The Nam of the Game

In my darkest moments of shame

I can always turn to my games

In them there are no names

No one is left there to blame

For I am someone else, without shame

Online, Why bother with names?

Being someone else is what's special about games

I am someething else, for leaving this world to the next

I avoid the darkness around me, for it is my games

That let me have a guide in life, with that gentle, blue glow that has no name

This poem is about: 
Me

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