I usually show alone.
Just me and my debit card.
Acquiring things I don't need.
That I don't want.
But I spend my money anyway with each swipe.
It became addicting.
Slide.
Slide.
Slide.
Slide.
I feed into the sensation. The hunger.
My eyes lose its color and I start to fade.
As I keep swiping, my balance depletes further.
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Shopping Spree
PoetryThis is a poem that I wrote while I was going through some stuff... It's open to interpretation! There is always a meaning behind it, but you can make a meaning out of it as well :) - Trevor
