My nerves got tired,
When I Hired,
A quarter for my belly,
Which seems like a jelly.
Though I know,
That was a temporary delight,
But my poor fate,
That now I known to be an addictive parasite.
My nerves, my brain.....stopped me for the same,
But now I lost, I lost my game.
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