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It drives you.
It changes you.
It consumes you.
You choose it.
You obsess over it.
You tell everyone about it.
Why shouldn't you?
Why don't they understand?
Why do they point and laugh?
Leave your friends.
Leave your family.
Leave it all behind.
It's all you need.
It's such a high.
It's your favorite addiction.
Let it drive you.
Let it change you.
Let it consume you.
It's your passion.
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