Habit
Habit
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Habit
Stare down
Temptations
Slippery slope
Confusion
No future
No Hope
Don't need you
Break habit
Hard
Don't know
When you
Will hit
Habit
You take
me down
When weak
One state
Of mind
To another
You jail me
Habit
rose-colored
Glasses
Your Sweet
Promises
My dead-end
We can't
Dance and
Not sleep
Together
God knows
I've tried
Habit
False spirit
Not my
Medicine
Monkey
Get off
My back
Thank God
Breathe
Turn away
Uncertain
Whats
Coming
Next
Around
The
Bend
***
Habit
Goodnight
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© David Penn Arndt 2022
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