Listen!
TO MY BAD HABITS when I see you I think of myself when I was young so hopeful and ashamed you were carried forward into each new column the number ever larger every time I thought I'd lost you you'd show up again same place same time same revulsion there were those losses that stayed lost they were never habits and I can't believe they were bad but you! I no longer believe I'll ever be free of you or learn to love you but I can admit after all this time you weren't some other imposing on me but me really me after all
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