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Playing with Addiction


I have not used games in four months...

The sound of the words are silly, but the felling I'm getting is real.

I want that fix, I need that fix, so I'm getting that fix!

Even if it means the world is burning.

The corner of my lips are turning.

 

A shy smile crosses my face, a warm fuzzy feeling,

kinda like a gentle embrace.

These emotions they tear me apart! I feel guilty!

But hay, it's just a game, it's silly...

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