Sunday Night Essay
Jesus, I’ve been stressin’ about this all month
you’d think I’d have learned by now, but no
here we go again, wait for mom and dad to go to bed
I can’t let them see, they didn’t even know about the assignment
I guess they’ll find out soon enough
when they see the 70 in my grades
just like the last essay
and the next one
doesn’t matter, man
I’m used to procrastinating
it’s become part of my life
it’s part of my mind
it’s just who I am
it’s just another
Sunday night essay
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