The Gamer

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You played my heart,
And I was the one to let you start,
Who do you think you are?
An international game star.

I was the game and you, the gamer,
You controlled me by my controllers,
And if you think you could just reset,
You were wrong, scumbag.

I will stop your games,
And have you on your knees,
The player will be played,
It's difficulty will drive you insane.

Your power chip,
I will break,
Ending your constant reset,
Damaging you until you can't get back.

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A/N: The dark themed poems are coming back and I can't stop writing that way.

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