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Pixels and Their Power


My hands grip the controller,

Energy flows through my veins,

I feel all the power,

As the title screen begins,

 

I walk through fictional gates,

Where my new adventure awaits,

 

I can be a plumber,

Who saves the princess,

And cleans graffiti in the summer,

 

I can be a trainer,

Who strives for success

And never slumbers,

 

I can be a fighter,

Who is ready to impress,

And win before the timer,

 

Video Games are my escape,

Where my mind can wander,

And my hands can create.

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