Words are scattered all across
my floor.
Different poems,
assignments I never
did.
Things that used to matter.
Things I thought I could
use one day...

But they have lain there for years.
Untouched, unused.
I seem to have
no time
for anything important.
I'm always
running for
drama,
after school
practice for our
rock band,
the orthodontist.

I hate being a Hording Procrastinator.

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