I feel afraid

The deadline looms

I know I can

I'm afraid I will lose


With this fear

Comes my procrastination

Why do anything at all

If I can't make it perfect


Finally, I concede

And begin my task

Realizing that win or lose

I tried my best


After I finish

I take one last glance

My work isn't my best

But it is done, at last

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