I have a habit of writing random things on random sheets of paper. Here's one I came across while cleaning my room:
I walked away leaving you empty handed. I was a friend leaving you abandoned. I would change everything, I would give you wings. Blind without my eyes, I so much apologize.
and another:
You killed a man without a gun. Just ten words said and done. My mind is dead to truth and lies.
"Habits"
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