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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