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Jun 2015
So much work everyday,
Yet I can't back away.
So much stress,
Can't the work be any less.
Ain't making much progress
Won't reach success
Because procrastination is what I possess.
The work may depress,
Due to the amount being excess.
Is the person obsessed?
The work, I'm impressed.
Having up 'till recess.
I gotta confess,
That's right you can guess.
What you're thinking, yes.
I'm in such a distress,
Everything's in a mess.
If only the work were lesser,
Everything will be better.
Too much work, too much procrastination.
J
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