During the day, I try and get things done.
I have a list of tasks to do before anything fun.
So why can't I acheive my tasks?
Trying too hard is a pain in the ass.
Repeating prompts does me no good
A little help focusing if you could.
Calling out for an SOS
This time I feel a little obsessed.
I can't keep track of this all in my brain,
Oh wow, I feel I'm going insane.
Now, what was I doing?
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Good job.