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The Pressure

My eyes are tired
My eyes are dry
My eyes have been open for a long, long time.

Failure is only mine to take
The expectations are weighing me down.
The mistakes I could make!

The pressure is mounting
And if I crack…
Anxiety is sprouting

I want to end the game
I want the whistle to blow
I want to end this strain.





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