My friends, the crusher straw and credit card,
Three companions in my addiction's yard.
The straw whispers sweet promises in my ear,
While the card fuels my desires without fear.

They lure me in with their shiny facade,
I chase the high, ignoring the cost,
As my soul slowly becomes lost.

The straw crushes my dreams with each line,
While the card racks up debt, a dangerous sign.
I'm trapped in a cycle of abuse,
But I can't seem to break loose.

Yet through it all, they never leave my side,
Always there to tempt and to guide.
But I know deep down, they're not my true friends,
Just tools of my addiction that never ends.

So I'll fight to break free from their hold,
And reclaim the life that I once sold.
No longer will I be a slave,
To the crusher straw and credit card's crave. 😊

a poem from " My Darkest Moment",
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