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Revision Procrastination :

Studying and Stressing,
With my exams now pressing,
And a workload appalling,
my a confidence is falling,

My room is so cluttered,
My spirits in the gutter,
and my brain is not working,
So, a breakdown is lurking,

It’s just taking me ages,
To summarise these bloody pages,
And everything is blaring,
So my temper starts flaring,

So, “Shut up, I’m studying”, I’ll scream and shout.

But, I shout at my mum , who just came to see if she could help me out.

I’m feeling agitated,
It’s all far too complicated,
Because nothing adds up or makes sense.

Now my eyelids are drooping,
and my shoulders are stooping,
So I’ll just have a five-minute rest.
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Then, I wake , two hours later,
And stare at my paper,
I realise that maybe I shouldn’t be this stressed.
Because in 10 years time, how much will it matter what I got on this test?

All I can do now is try my best.

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