The Internet is my vice.
It’s a constant itch, like lice.
It drags me down to that dark place
scrolling endlessly through mindless space.
Tricking me into believing it’s vital
to wrap my mind in its shackle.
The more I pull, the more it tightens.
It entices through all its options.
Draining my creativity: my energy.
It promises freedom, yet I am not free.
Click this, scroll there, hours blur.
This problem, I know the answer.
Can I do it? I feel fear.
Press the x, and work like Shakespeare.
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