Four of Seven Sins

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I don't want to do that
I don't want to go out

There are things to be done
But they can wait until tomorrow

I don't feel like doing much
I don't feel like doing anything at all

I might get up to eat
But don't ask me to do more

The to-do list keeps growing
Much faster than I feel like moving

Things will get done
Once I feel like doing more
Then sitting here

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 13 ⏰

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