You are the strongest of urges,
the itch that I shouldn't scratch,
but do.
Engrained in my brain.
A way of living.
Habitual
A ritual
side affects long-lasting
you are the devil on both shoulders
coaxing me slowly into the dark
I need to find the light
I shan't give up this fight.
I am gasping for air,
but trapped under the ice.
Someday, the ice shall melt,
and I will be free to rest on the banks of
the lake of self-control,
in perfect harmony, surrounded by snowy evergreens.

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