www.whyville.net	Jan 15, 2007	Weekly Issue

Supaang Whyville Poet	Stressed	Users' Rating Rate this article
FRONT PAGE CREATIVE WRITING SCIENCE HOT TOPICS POLITICS HEALTH PANDEMIC	Exhuasted To the point where I can't see my thoughts Clearly My mind is too Fogged So many things to remember The room is spinning The walls are closing in My heart's pounding My stomach wants to erupt There's no turning back I have to face what's coming There's no way to escape Because once it gets you It never let's you go.

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