I wake up, get ready
Then go to school
When they get off the bus,
We share nicotine buzzSo yes, during class,
I’ll ask for a break
A break to have my
My nicotine highI can feel the affects,
My lungs are in strain
My lungs are in strain,
So I cough for their painI can feel effects
Its harder to run
Its harder to run;
In my lungs, air is noneI can feel the effects
It's hard to be active
Even when I use stairs,
I can't get no airI can feel effects,
But it's hard to let go
I’m scared to miss my
My nicotine high
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Nicotine
PoetryAs of the posting of this, I am still addicted to nicotine. I wrote this poem back in 2021. I was addicted before even then.