Stress
I am one with the stress. I take in the stress and use it to create something more powerful, more complex, something resembling a thesis. The stress and I dance in harmonious unison. One misstep in the chaotic swirling and I will be swept away. So I will not misstep and I will hand in that fucking thesis in a week and a half.
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You go Jay!
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