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we all have habits they make us who we are they’re what makes us unique the twirling of her hair the nibbling of his nails the tapping of their foot you used to do this little thing you’d touch the tip of your nose in the peak of your amusement you would fidget usually with the hair tie at your wrist you’d snap it constantly you ran your fingers through your hair nervously working the nerves sometimes when you were deep in thought you’d chew on the inside of your cheek i could always tell by the sour look on your face and when you got embarrassed you’d smile and bite your lip and turn bright red or how right before a performance you’d thump a hand over your chest a harmony to the heavy thudding of your heart those were the things that made you you the things you didn’t notice the things nobody would unless they knew you the way i knew you knew before everything changed you’re still the same you, though for the most part people change, habits don’t you still touch your nose when you laugh you still snap your hair tie on your wrist you still run your fingers through your hair you still chew the inside of your cheek you still bite your lip when you’re embarrassed you still thump on your chest before a show you’ve changed but you’re still human and humans are creatures of habit
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
habit
we all have habits they make us who we are they’re what makes us unique the twirling of her hair the nibbling of his nails the tapping of their foot you used to do this little thing you’d touch the tip of your nose in the peak of your amusement you would fidget usually with the hair tie at your wrist you’d snap it constantly you ran your fingers through your hair nervously working the nerves sometimes when you were deep in thought you’d chew on the inside of your cheek i could always tell by the sour look on your face and when you got embarrassed you’d smile and bite your lip and turn bright red or how right before a performance you’d thump a hand over your chest a harmony to the heavy thudding of your heart those were the things that made you you the things you didn’t notice the things nobody would unless they knew you the way i knew you knew before everything changed you’re still the same you, though for the most part people change, habits don’t you still touch your nose when you laugh you still snap your hair tie on your wrist you still run your fingers through your hair you still chew the inside of your cheek you still bite your lip when you’re embarrassed you still thump on your chest before a show you’ve changed but you’re still human and humans are creatures of habit
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
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