Disconnection
Broken phone lines
A digital presence has replaced our minds
We lock ourselves into our devices
Trapped by images
And letting the internet rule our lives
How did we progress so far in technology
That our self worth cannot be defined
Our good nature lost
Through our Facebook shrine
Disconnect our hearts
Desensitized by the grind
To keep up appearances
While we pretend we are fine
The world we see
Is based on what we click
Guilty of pleasures we can't admit
Not feeling anything
No pity for the poor, the dying or the sick
Empty are we
No voice to be heard
Just a font to select
Easy to ignore
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Why?
Growing up, I always wrote stories that I either ended up burning or ripping up out of frustration. I am starting this blog that may turn into a book, but it's just a way for me to share my amateur writing and to avoid destroying my thoughts.
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