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Habits


Habits.

We all have them.

For some it's drugs.

Weed

Meth

Coke

For some it's alcohol.

For others it's eating too much or for some, not at all.

Some hurt themselves and some hurt others.

Smoke it away, bleed it away, drift away.

That's what all of us with these bad habits want.

Escape from this cruel world where everyone is judged for everything.

So we do escape.

We escape into our habits.

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