Rage

Thu, 11/14/2019 - 21:13 -- C_lby

I wake up at around 8

My controller jumping in my hand

My PS4 waking up 

I choose the game that means the most to me 

I play until my stomach yells at me

I grab some food

Go back to the game 

And play until dark

Game after game 

Hours after hours 

I played until I broke my fingers

I kept losing then I stopped moving

Then I threw my fist into the wall

Rage, Rage, Rage

 

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