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Apr 2016
She's the habit I can't break.

My collective consciousness can't seem to collaborate with the world unless she's in it.

She's in the depths of my being, simmering just above the boiling point.

I have a maturing addiction to her, a mental hypnosis that lightens my darkness.

She's the habit I can't break.
Marco Batista
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