Addiction

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Hiding

I Call it an addiction.

Once you start hiding,

there is no way you are willing to be seen

ever again.

You start hiding from familiar faces.

You start hiding from familiar places.

You start hiding from them.

You start hiding from you.

I Call it an addiction.

Want of being unseen.

Need of being unseen.

But,

Who are you hiding from?

Why are you hiding for?

You don’t really know, do you?

Or you too,

Call it an addiction?

 

 

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