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Ladies, gentlemen and all the others in-between, we've done it. The Macbeth essay is done. It is complete. Finished. I no longer have to stay up late nights or be worried about it although I probably did do shit in it
I can't describe now relieved I am rn it's go good
I am so close to being done with this damm essay, I see the light which shines so tantalisingly near. Any yet, the golden glow of "In conclusion" stands atop a mountain which I cannot roll my Macbeth shaped boulder; every moment I take a step toward the end the task increases the weight tenfold, corrections yearn for realisation and I, a poor fool with executive disfunction, become victim to yet another sleepless night haunted by their apparition.
Either this essay ends or I do