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Balu -> RE: A creative corner (6/14/2010 15:19:39)
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Sweet agony
He calls it his hobby, love and passion,
It can be very nice, he thinks it’s in fashion,
A lot of people do it, it can be useful and fun,
Time starts passing quickly, soon he gives up the sun.
Starts to neglect everything `cause he enjoys it so much,
Soon it becomes a bad habit, he doesn’t see it as such,
Playing with the magic box is almost all that he does,
But he’s starting to not feel well. "What the hell is that buzz?!"
His eyes are now hurting and feel kinda dry,
They could use a good workout, but he can’t seem to cry,
In front of his eyes images start flashing,
At night he can’t sleep, his mind keeps on mashing.
The box is to blame, too much time in its presence,
He should give it up but the taste of its essence,
Keeps him bound to it every single day,
He enjoys it too much, to escape it...no way!
When he uses it, he’s super and everything`s great,
When night time comes he can`t sleep, no matter how late,
All is getting worse, his mind is now racing,
His body feels broken, great danger he`s facing.
His flesh feels on fire, his very soul shakes,
Bathing in agony, a decision he takes,
He feels sick to the core, can`t go on this way,
He will give up the box the very next day.
Some time has now passed and he is doing well,
He is more mature now, he did go through hell!
The box wasn`t disposed of but that doesn`t matter,
A lot of other things to do he would rather.
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