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Pressure
I’m suppose to be soldier that never blows his composure…the pressure is mounting and I have no room to think. I don’t know how long I can last until I crack. I feel myself slowly receding into the abyss I worked so hard to escape from.
I’m suppose to be soldier that never blows his composure…the pressure is mounting and I have no room to think. I don’t know how long I can last until I crack. I feel myself slowly receding into the abyss I worked so hard to escape from.
