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Addiction


Nothing but time on my hands. I must. 

Good things bad things. I must. 

Teach me how, where, when, and why. I must.

Enabled by someone I trust. I must.

Everything is useful nothing useless. I must.

Try Fail Repeat. Try Fail Repeat. Try Fail Succeed. I must. 

Time will come when my skills will be used. My talents abused.

This I know for sure. My sickness has no cure. I must learn. 

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