I left things way too late this afternoon and perhaps I should’ve have written anything, but I did, which is the below.

It’s… really, really rough.

I hope you enjoy.

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I know not what I shall do
For there are many ways to go
I have sat here for far too long
And my need for slumber approaches

I’ve moved back and I’ve moved forth
As all I find is indecision
Though all this comes down to
My lack of bothering through the day

So I sit here and hope for something
Though nothing finds itself apparent
And so I just keep on sitting
And aimlessly beat on a keyboard