Habits

All those meaningless things

That I fought s on hard for

I am getting used to losing

My power, hope and energy

What else could I do

Then to let the loss

Become a habit

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends.

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