The Only Love Poem I'll Ever Admit To Writing

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I swear.
This game we play.
It's too hard.
No check points.
No objects.
No minimaps.
Not even a clear indication if I'm doing it right or not.
It's like Dark Souls except actually hard.
I'm running out of lives and I bet your running out of patience.
I promise.
Just give me a few extra lives I'll beat this boss.
I've fought him all my life.
I'm so close to killing him again.
He'll respawn like he always dose, but this will be the last time I'll need too.
This will be my greatest achievement.
Worth five platinum trophies.
You.
People are like complicated controllers.
So many buttons and sticks that you have no idea what dose what.
But yours just seems right.
It fits so perfectly in my hand.
I want to learn what every button even of it means I'll have to mash every single one at the same time.
I promise you will always be my player 2.
I will never use cheat codes on you.
No lag in my responses.
No error in my inputs.
Everything will be as close to perfect as I ever gotten and beyond.
And if anyone tries to Sub Zero ice slide their way into your DMS I will Shoryuken him out myself.
If anyone tries to call me out as a fraud I will double perfect their ass so fast you'll think that was just round one.
Let's be honest.
We are surrounded by negativity and all we can do is go back to back like were a couple of Resident Evil wanna bes and make our last stand.
When this is all over at least we can say we gave it a fair shot.
When I game over I want you to be my continue.
So please, let's continue.

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