Procrastination
Procrastination is only a thief of time, and if I could and if I would, I would only eradicate all traces of this internal disease. Do I dawdle, no I drag, and find that all progress is hindered and delayed; by no self – response and no coherent thought, which finds all things to be incomprehensible. Disgusted, but then distorted, and if to be mindful could I contort the reasons, and then find my answers… it is best and yet to find that time transpires, only when we want it to linger……..
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