If I could measure the level of stress my friends and I are going through now,
I'd say it will overflow like billions of measuring beakers.
The end of school term is like this imminent bomb,
waiting to explode in your face,
before you can say,
"I-haven't-even-finished-my-essays!"
I've got so much readings to cover,
I wish I could just disappear.
In this pressure cooker,
I'm sure we'd all be fried alive.
Someone please stop the time.
Or
help me do my work.
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