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Unfinished business

The nagging guilt of unfinished business
Procrastination
The need to do and not do
The lists
Reminders
"Remind me if I forget"

 I forget
And you forget.
Forgotten
Remembered 
But then, laziness.

 -GrymmRipper-

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  1. Muddy OikJuly 3, 2018 at 8:22 AM

    To do, or not to do! that is the question! :-)

    Sometimes procrastination could be just a manifestation of the death instinct (Thanatos). Don't you think so?

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  2. Grymm RipperJuly 16, 2018 at 10:39 AM

    A blip of death.'To do or not to do' in itself is counter-intuitive isn't it?; It is by all means a momentary 'not to do' decision/action.

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  3. Muddy OikJuly 19, 2018 at 12:05 AM

    And suicide, they say, is a momentary 'to-do' decision.

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