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Overload
No one is around to help
Not that I'd accept it anyways
As stress wraps me around its clever finger
And won't let go.
Time is too short,
Yet there's been time enough.
Everything is contradicting
To the point where I don't even want to think about it anymore
But if I don't then I'll fail.
I have to finish my work,
I have to sacrifice sleep,
I have to do whatever it takes.
So I can deal with the stress,
I'll just push it away
And get my work done
And save the overload until the end.
"Overload," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 21st, 2011
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