I stare at what's
Ahead of me:
A brick wall
With a pile of papers
Towering behind it.
Over it.
I see
No way
To get
Through it.
Any time I
Talk about it,
Anxiety overcomes me.
I break down,
Crushed by stress.
I'm a mess.
Nothing new.
I know
I'm probably screwed.
Nevertheless,
I'm crumbling under
All this stress.
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