Aug 8
the way his eyes are glued to his screen
his hands never taking a break
but always breaking

his temper
when he loses a game
his happiness
when he wins one

he’s addicted
addicted to that little screen
that tiny stupid little screen
that stupid game
that stupid, cursed game

he has no capacity for human interaction
at his best, i get a wave every now and again
at his worst, i get a wave every now and again

it hurts
i can’t save him
i don’t know how to
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p  16/F/AUSπŸ“
     Amy and ShrutiDadhich
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