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I am not afraid to admit that I have a problem. That's the first step in getting better right? When I'm online with absolutely nothing to do, I make up an excuse to be there in the form of rhyme schemes and ramblings. Please enjoy my junkie tales.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 435 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 06-01-11 - Published: 03-20-11 - id: 2900726
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Well, would ya looky here.
I see you,
little one with your slanted flag.
Little colon staring at me with your white eyes.
And the two digits that follow,
forever changing as I type. . .
So why am I up this early
to see the number change?
I should know nothing of these numbers!
My eyes should be closed,
head resting on a pillow,
arms crossed beneath my blankets!
But no.
No, I am up.
Chat window open.
Every few seconds
I hear an alert
and see a red dialogue box,
letting me know that it's time to reply.
I really should say goodbye.
And yet, I don't.
I willingly continue the conversation.
click-click-click
click-click-click-
click-click-click
click.
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