I have habits
Some good some bad
That was a lie
Most are bad
Some are good
It didn't take me long to learn the bad habits
The good ones took a while to establish
You would think that knowing habits are bad
Would cause me to change them
But I don't think I want it bad enough yet
And yet I know that there were good parts of me
That are just waiting in hiding
Waiting for me to grow into the best version of myself you see
The old that is strong does not wither
Which means the foundations are there
Just waiting for me to return to them
And when I do, they'll be there
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My Heart is Like Strider/Aragorn
PoezjaThere is purpose to the ramblings Ispired by Bilbo's verse about Aragorn in Lord of the Rings- All that is good does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost The old that is strong does not wither Deep roots are not reached by the frost From th...
