Habit Forming Poems - Poems about Habit Forming

More habit forming than any drug or liquor I considered myself sophisticated and wise, but the addictive power of texting and subsequently sexting took me by surprise, and impossible mission to neutralize despite experiencing scraping rock bottom as emotional lows courtesy accusations from the alewife, nevertheless communication, envisioning, and flirting with a veritable unknown females generates testosterone filled highs diatribes hurled lambasting me despite trying to articulate faux convincing...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom? some of both I do suppose, the measure of our true devotion lies within our very souls. Sporadic arguments and spats, contorted faces, angry eyes, or reconciliations struck lest we distrust, and then despise. The path to joy is fraught with trials, trying, testing constantly, living, loving through the bad times, seeking equanimity. Happy days are habit forming, colouring our lives...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom? some of both I do suppose, the measure of our true devotion lies within our very souls. Sporadic arguments and spats, contorted faces, angry eyes, or reconciliations struck lest we distrust, and then despise. The path to joy is fraught with trials, trying, testing constantly, living, loving through the bad times, seeking equanimity. Happy days are habit forming, coloring our lives...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom? some of both I do suppose, the measure of our true devotion lies within our very souls. Sporadic arguments and spats, contorted faces, angry eyes, or reconciliations struck lest we distrust, and then despise. The path to joy is fraught with trials, trying, testing constantly, living, loving through the bad times, seeking equanimity. Happy days are habit forming, coloring our lives...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom? some of both I do suppose, the measure of our true devotion lies within our very souls. Sporadic arguments and spats, contorted faces, angry eyes, or reconciliations struck lest we distrust, and then despise. The path to joy is fraught with trials, trying, testing constantly, living, loving through the bad times, seeking equanimity. Happy days are habit forming, coloring our lives...

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A life of drugs; he laughs, he shrugs Found this world to be "non-addictive" Hopelessly dependent; oh, can I end it? Hurt so deeply, now I'm vindictive Construct the thickest, strongest shell Impenetrable fortress; unstoppable blockade Barb-wire, a moat- ten million guards! They come, they go; they glow, then fade......

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Lead or follow, who can fathom? some of both I do suppose, the measure of our true devotion lies within our very souls. Sporadic arguments and spats, contorted faces, angry eyes, or reconciliations struck lest we distrust, and then despise. The path to joy is fraught with trials, trying, testing constantly, living, loving through the bad times, seeking equanimity. Happy days are habit forming, colouring our lives...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom? some of both I do suppose, the measure of our true devotion lies within our very souls. Sporadic arguments and spats, contorted faces, angry eyes, or reconciliations struck lest we distrust, and then despise. The path to joy is fraught with trials, trying, testing constantly, living, loving through the bad times, seeking equanimity. Happy days are habit forming, colouring our lives...

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