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the gauge of a love poem is the size of the love-bruise it leaves on your neck.
　

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  • prioritized myself
    • I realized that my old habits did nothing good on my over-all health and it deteriorated my current situation more.
  • became self-aware, cautious
  • hyperfixate over my hobbies a little too much
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