'Stress'
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Eternally pushed toward bend...
shaky nerves wrench,
confidence rattled again...
don't bet mine shall easily break,
though... erected bones are deceptive
& strenuous to fake;
stress spits line upon clean sheet, promises making uneven beat,
brain knows better than to fall under spell sweet,
gnaw at a minutes defeat,
bad intentions fill up room as heavy mesquite;
yet, I drop barricade,
let Pandora's box draw opportunistic landscape,
adversaries strike minute scrape;
make eyes turn back past...
deem it necessary,
swear mine puppeteer resembles masochist;
manifesting new strengths within vocabulary...
rationing bits to carry,
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one rather induces mind deterioration to cemetery.
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