Late nights
Hold the presure
Of the day ahead
The days ahead
Hold the pressure
From yesturday
While yesturday
Vanishes out of my mind forever
So I ask
Where does the pressure go
Good thing I asked
Since the pressure
Is building up
Gaining on me
So I run
Run faraway
Even though it surely will come back to haunt me
Making death the only escape
So I don't escape
But stand still
Take the pressure
With the pain
And let it all out
So I cry in misery
In lonieless
In fear
In strength
And let go
I wipe the pressure away
As easily as I wiped away yesturday
And led on my life
Which most defintely will only lead to more pressure!
luvd_n_forgotten Community Member 
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