With so many worries in my head,I couldn't sleep
Oh, how I think to deep...
I could tire myself in counting sheeps,
But alas,I would've to think too hard.
A feable mind I possess;
A shameless retard
My required tasks and my doings
Oh, how they differ so.
One always in a habit to derail;
In a tendency never to do less of the latter.
Yet the lack of pride
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