Procrastination(Poem?)

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Procrastination.

It raised me as if I were kin

It loved me more than anything

It stuck to my soul

It became one with my soul.

I try to fight it but I already know that war has been won

And I was far from being the victor

I want to do many things

Things that I enjoy

But procrastination as got me in its grip with was chance of me getting away

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I pray I can escape one day

be what I desire to be

But for now, I guess this is me.