they say old habits
die hard
yet i believe sometimes,
they need to be dug up
and resurrected
to make myself
feel sane again.
-i am sorry to disappoint you
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the ink of my heart | poetry
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they say old habits
die hard
yet i believe sometimes,
they need to be dug up
and resurrected
to make myself
feel sane again.
-i am sorry to disappoint you
