I walk down these aisles, staring at the floor
I know if I look up I’ll be wanting more
This compulsion is getting stronger
Quitting is getting harder.
This addiction’s grip is getting tighter
My screams for reprieve are getting louder
These scars will not heal
And I’ve lost all will power.
People assure me that I’ve got their support
But right now, it always seems to come up short
Because I’m in the middle of a Pandemic
And I can no longer bear it.
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