Old non-habits die hard, too. You realize it when you've wasted your youth without any life experiences to show for it, and try to begin to gather your s**t together in your middle age. You suddenly can't believe how ridiculously easy it was to pick up or drop habits as a teenager.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.