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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 ****** little screen
that ****** game
that ******, 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
Written by
petra  16/F/AUSπŸ“
     Tyler Atherton, --- and ShrutiDadhich
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