I haven't the strength to fight him, nor the patience
He comes to me when I call
When I need him the most, he is by my side
When I need him the least, he holds my hand and guides me
My most intimate lover
My most villainous friend
My treacherous enemy
My good deeds are unheard of
My worst is never seen
For he takes my breath away at my earliest convenience
He leaves me anxious and happy
Wallowing in my sweat and self-pity
My god, will he ever leave??
Titled: Procrastination
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