1/21/2001 5:56:26 AM Habit is to face the pain that you put me through everday. the habit is to wash away all the words that you say the habit is to run away from all the scars you have made The habit is to not to cry When i see the dark things you keep inside. The habit is to fall victim to abuse When all your rage is let loose. The habit is trying to hide All the hate i keep inside. The habit is to try and survive When you try and make me die.Birth sign: Aquarius
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