My inhibitions surround me like prison cell walls
A deep and never ending hollow pitfall
Caught in the wake of self-indulgent mistkes
It seems my habits I must forsake
A dreary routine day after day
My cognitions are rotten and riddled with decay
My choices coerced, my mind is infected
Leading a lifestyle which must be corrected
Living in sin, my life is a stain
The habits I hold seem ever-engrained
Cheap overstimulation; my source of elation
Leading me nowhere and procuring frustration
I must face my foes and find a facet of hope
Or I shall perpetually fall further down this steep slope
If I reach the bottom Ill be too exhausted to climb
And my body will be better off covered in lyme

This is very good, as are multiple poems here.
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