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Dec 2013
I began thinking of you constantly.
Every little thing reminded me of you.
We shared the same bad habit.
You'd habitually crack your knuckles;
And now, every time I do, I can't help but think of you.
But then I realized,
That's exactly what you were.
Just another bad habit I had to get over.
Written by
Amber  New York
(New York)   
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