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Habits


I always seem to choose wrong

The bad decisions that come out wrong when they seem right

The procrastination that plagues my work

Last minute panic

Can’t amount any organization to save my life

Coping brings wearisome

The stress amounts till I want to collapse

I must push on

I'm not quite beat

I just need a change of pace

A reset button

I could catch up

Change for better

Finally get the stress to melt away 

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