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NoSoulX's entry for the How much do you love GBAtemp? competition.


Poem

The long hours of emptiness,
feeling of being left out.
Through the halls I wander searching for a gate.
Suddenly, a bright light,
warmth of a greeting hand and a playful melody mixed in the crowd.
All the joys and pains we share,
amongst the chattering.
Long hours of waiting are no longer.
Thus the bond that can't be broken,
for GBAtemp my path leads again.