a gameA Poem by savannah estrada
spends all his money
on a new gaming headset his friends thnk hes fine but they dont know why he acctualy plays the game he plays cause his only true friends are hours apon hours away they have a understanding of him on one else ever will they say hes that gamming boy but he just plays because they dont understand him like his gaming friends do he understands that and accepts that but hes still stuck in a parodox of fitting in to make friends or making friend to fit in he needs to know who his real friends are
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Added on April 9, 2016 Last Updated on April 9, 2016 Authorsavannah estradaBRIGHTON, COAboutplease read and comment on my writing i love hearing the thing i could improve on, if you have a guess at my age please message me i love seeing how people portray me from my writing content. more..Writing
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