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About the Creator
The Habit That Slowly Destroyed Me
It didn’t happen overnight. If it had, maybe I would have noticed. Maybe I would have stopped. But the truth is, the habit that slowly destroyed me didn’t feel dangerous in the beginning. It felt comforting. Familiar. Almost harmless.
By Imran Ali Shaha day ago in Poets
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