Bad Habits

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You have a hold on me

You could just look at me and I broke

Smile at me

I would just blush until I was beet red

We argued I still loved you

I grew to be the pariah

You knew the hold you had on me

Long before anyone came into the picture

I do not have many vices in life

But you knew you were mine

You were my vice

Bad Habit!

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