The End of My World

March 25, 2017
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The end of my world began a day ago.
Projects and papers due every which way.

When the stress piled up, began to overflow.
I have to keep strong, I just have to obey.

Continue to push my thoughts on paper.
The time is close I can't do it later.

Taking out info quite like a scraper.
Just like a bomb that creates a crater.

I work for hours looking for details.
To fill the lines of stories to behold.

The words written so great that they prevail
Finish it off with a story untold.

When it is finished the stress goes away.
Even though it comes again I'll be ok.

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