Pain sears through my mind
Old habits slowly dying
New thoughts and actions replacing them
Once in a while an old habit appears
And realisation feels like a smack on the wrist
Change does not come easy
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Poems
PoetryJust some poems. Some I wrote for school, others for fun, and there's even one that I based a book off of. I don't actually know if these count as poems though since I don't write much poetry.
