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At 3 a.m. I’m awake still. Of this ashen night I’ve not had my fill. Apparently all Apathy congeals As hours elapse And at last justifies Procrastination; Placating initially, Shortly producing My pretty folly This habitual hang-up Helps only those who Have the predisposition To hang themselves too.
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Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 6:25 AM UTC
Putting Off
At 3 a.m. I’m awake still. Of this ashen night I’ve not had my fill. Apparently all Apathy congeals As hours elapse And at last justifies Procrastination; Placating initially, Shortly producing My pretty folly This habitual hang-up Helps only those who Have the predisposition To hang themselves too.
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Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 6:25 AM UTC
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