i got to complete this,i have time;leave it for tomorrow,well fine;what i do instead?mindless scrolling of the internet.
tomorrow has come,it comes alone;even a bit of motivation,i don't own;today,i ask myself?my will is as empty as these shelves.
shelves i tried to make,abandoned in a corner now;one silly mistake,hit the hammer on my thumb,ow!did the hammer break anything?why yes,all my plans to build many things.The day has come,for work to be done;under pressure i have no choice,this is no fun;will i do it earlier next time?of course not! i got my work to somehow shine.
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Proprocrastinator
PoesiaWhat goes on in the mind of a procrastinator? I'm about to shed light on it like an illuminator