Erode (an acrostic poem)

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Eveline felt the ground beneath her feet crumble

Removing what firm standing she had in this reality

Other worlds flashed before her falling eyes

Diminishing into dots as she sped by, but she thought she still heard her friends somehow

Everyone was concerned when Eveline went catatonic again.  It was so tragic.

Habits (an acrostic poem)

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How many times can you do the same thing

And do you get the wanted dopamine hit for each?

Bet it is a series of diminishing returns

It should make you want to do it even less

That would be nice, but no, you crave want more

So you do it again, well, because…