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Stress

Anxiety

Both of these can overwhelm

They can do 3 things

And these things contradict

But they still push

They make us want to ether puke, cry, or sleep

Choose one, life says

Yet

They accomplish nothing

Nothing disappears

Separation

I feel it

We talk about the golden years

Like we said we would

And now

When we confront

We feel the separation

We don't even talk normally

Well, at least I can't even talk normally

We just feel that damn separation

I said how I never had a right hand man

and you said, I stole the words from your mouth

Yet we never realized our destiny

Separation

It makes me want to cry

It makes me want to puke

It makes me want to sleep

Maybe that's what is causing my anxiety and stress