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#habbits
I have several toxic habits - I know - because I read this article on the web. It’s a miracle I’m not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said. I use “should” biased judgements - when things go amiss. I think about the future, when settling down to rest. I obsess on defining the “best part” in each of my experiences. I often think in poetic terms  - which has driven wise men delirious. I have nova bursts of interest - which escalate into crushes. I keep a mental list of incidents which, if left unmanaged, lead to grudges. The flaws go on and on - God, I simply am a mess. I need to face my many flaws so that they might be addressed. Do you think anyone is ever perfect? Is it like playing whack-a-mole? So that no one ever ends up perfect - they simply end up old?
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Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
blind spots
My arm is healed now. Thats a good thing right? There are no more angry red lines There is no more itching There aren't even traces of the scars. I can wear short sleeves again.   I swore it was a one time thing. "Never again, you have my word", I promised to the loved ones i had shown. So why do i feel like I want to paint my skin in red stripes once more?
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
Angry Red Lines
Unknown persuasions Unlit candlesticks No vacancy Here at the State Of Normalcy
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
State of normalcy