Procrastination killed me
my success is at stake My friends are becoming fake what happened to all the fame something changed about the frame I said I would do it tomorrow tomorrow was today and I was hollow I will do it tomorrow, my force won't fail Tomorrow was today, my force is frail Today is too late, I can't do it again tomorrow is late, how will I gain? procrastination killed my future procrastination nurtured my failure
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