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i was biting and picking
my fingernails again the other day
i talked to myself,
listened to love songs
again
those are my habits
that i thought i had quit long ago,
after all
my nails should not end up
between my teeth
neither should i expect
something from you
you are just a bad habit
that i can't seem to quit .
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Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
