We repeat it.
Repeat. Our habits form
This feeling, never had before. Repeating and the habits form
Sober even, patterns form. Giving less, expecting more.
Something you can’t recreate. Something I cannot debate.
Such...an ominous mystery. Crave...that certain serenity
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