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I removed the obstruction
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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.
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