reflect;

I have no self-control.
It's like a cavity, I indulge to the point where it hurts in the end.

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When did things go wrong?
When did I lose sight of who I am?
Somethings missing, a part of me.
I do, but don't think about what I do.

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Why did I drink? Why did I smoke?
When was I so obsessed with such materialistic things, frugal things?
Just like trees, I need to cut off old branches to grow new ones.

I need to cut off old habits, for a better life.
For a better me.

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There's nothing wrong.
I have two hands, two feet.
I have people whom I cherish and who cherish me.
Than what is it that I'm craving?
That I'm dying to have?

I don't know what it is, but I feel it.
I feel it yearning and wanting.
Is that why I drank myself into oblivion? Perhaps I thought it would quell my want.
It did, temporarily.

But, in the end it was short lived, ephemeral feelings.

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I need a hobby.