Habit -Seventeen

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Back to you always.

Push, pull, push pull.

No point in fighting back anymore.

I even see you amidst my slumber.

You are a drug, and I am but a user with a habit to break. 


Try to remember the good but all the pain rushes in.

All this pain why can't I shake you?

A constant reminder of what I wasn't good enough for.

Oh, if only you were as miserable as me.

You are a book with every word is seared in my brain. 


They say doing something enough times forms a habit.

Constantly thinking of you created a habitual state.

Can't run, can't hide, you are there always.

All this pain starting with a single "hello, what is your name?",

Ended with pain and a nasty habit.

That habit is you.  

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