procrastination
Eyes
Open
Tired
Unwilling to close
Search for hope, all night long
Hands
Hurting
Aching
Unwilling to stop
Keep writing, for fear of the clock
Millions of Students
Across the nation
Know this life
All because of a disease called,
Procrastination
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