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My Games
From the shady, blackest box
Eyes widen each time I sit with the black box
My face looking straight and not anywhere else
I hear nothing, not even the loud sound of my phone
I use the black box daily and nothing else
Away from the real world and everything digital
How can anyone possibly do this everyday
No sleep, I sit and stay on this black box everyone plays
Days and nights apart from my bed
As hold the controller I grip even tighter
You multiply on your games everyday
I am stuck to you like a drug
As I stay everyone leaves
Each game I play needs attention and worship
When times are bad, the box is always there making me happy
This bond will never break even in a lifetime
As I try to leave the games hold me down
Not boring but has games to appreciate and praise
When i do fall asleep i wake up with little strength
These chains will never break
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