Break up and break down.

Once so close, now someone I hate.

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Neurotically organising stationary.

Maybe I'm stressed.

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Maybe I'm stressed about not wanting to be in the city I am in,

But also wanting to stay near my friends.

Starting all over again is hard.

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Or maybe I'm stressed about the fact that all of my ex's are now happy with their respective

partners.

And I'm alone.

Not content with myself, not content with others.

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Maybe I'm stressed about the idea of being stressed because I know my skin manifests it.

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Maybe I'm stressed about the hole I swear I have in my tooth.

Even though the dentist took an x-ray and told me the opposite.

How can your brain make you feel like there's a hole when there's not?

I just don't believe it.

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I’m definitely stressed.