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Oct 2012
Addicted.

Was the last thing I expected.

Yet I play
stupid things every day.

Not simply what is provided,
Making wishes thinking I get it
If I win.

Is this sad?
Could it be bad?
If I had
What I wanted,
I'd stop the dreaming
And start living.

And so will I after a while.
Written by
Hetti Halloween
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