Blades of a piercing shadow,
Slow stirs of apprehension.
Overcast clouds that darken the world beneath,
And the futile struggle to escape its grasp.
Time passes at a fast pace,
But serves only to strengthen its hold.
Dull aches and sharp pains,
Building fear and growing annoyance.
It is inevitable,
It is necessary.
Stress.
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