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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.
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
Stress.
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.
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Jun 26, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
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