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The Art Never Mastered


Dear procrastination,

 

I just think its funny how everytime I want to do something, I can’t

Its like I need some motivation, perhaps some cheerleaders to scream a chant

 

I take out all my notes, get ready to study, then go on twitter

I let my fingers scroll, check the clock, and now im bitter

 

I hate my procrastination, I want to escape and be free

I wasted all this time, but who can I blame other than me?

 

I have the power to change it all, I just have to take action

Once I get started I’ll be amazed at what happens

 

I’ll see progress getting done, and tasks being complete

But I’ll see it when I believe it, because I know talk is cheap

 

Sincerely,

Malachi Perez

 
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