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Oct 23
it starts off small
the noise does

the longer I stare
the louder it gets

the hungrier i become
the less I want to eat

i’m worried all the time
like if I start, I can’t stop

if I don’t, then I won’t have to

-it controls my life
and now I’m scared

when I have to
it’s very little

hardly any, to none at all
the trick is always staying busy

the busier I am
the quieter the noise

which eventually fades
in to nothing at all

-the hardest habit to break
is the easiest ritual to follow
Shadow Fowler
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Shadow Fowler  29/F/Bluefield, WV
(29/F/Bluefield, WV)   
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