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Old Habits

After spending so much time in a lifetstyle we try so hard to change.

At first it feels unnatural, at first it just feels strange. 

 

Then we feel like life has given us a brand new purpose,

Like our future seems so bright, we no longer feel so worthless. 

But when the clouds descend again and we realise we are all addicts,

Not to drugs or alcohol, but to our own bad habits.

 

 



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