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Jan 2018
I have to find something to do with my hands
Even when my mind grows tired and bored
Even if it means playing the same old games
As long as my fingers are floored
I play games over and over while my brain goes 'Let's do something else, I'm bored.' And no matter what, I still keep going back to the game.
Xphaedos
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   J and Sam
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