Addiction, a poem

It can get that low
It could bite your tail,
Snap you by the neck
It can even be hidden
In the darkest of corners
Sometimes you go in it for the cheese
Fresh or dry
Always coming back, for more
Loving the tease
But it's no longer dope
Time to cut the rope
It's now an act of cumplsiveness,
An addiction.

By Cassandra Gonzalez, a secondary 5 student at Laurier Macdonald High Schoo

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