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Sep 2016
I walk down the street and all I can see, are people taking pictures of what they're about to eat.  Did you even notice the girl sitting across from you?
     I sit in your room with nothing to do. A victim to the screen between me and you. I guess there's somebody else that you'd rather be talking to.
   Hold on, time out, help me.
   We go out to shows but why do we go, if we're only gonna see it through the screen on our phones?
    If we're all here together then why are we watching alone?
    The world's so much bigger than posing for pictures, if that's all that we need's at the tips of our fingers.
    How did this happen that we all fell so out of touch?
   Hold on, time out, help me.
     Tell me how it feels cause I know the hardest part, is when you're holding something real, you can see it in the dark. I'll tell you how it feels and here's the hardest part; If you wanna reach for something real, you gotta see it in the dark.
    I wanna get lost in this moment. I'm keeping both of my eyes open. I've got nothing to prove. So, let's keep this to ourselves.
    Yeah, this connection has caught my attention. I don't wanna share this with anybody else.

    I wanna get lost.
Jo
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Jo  Carrollton, GA
(Carrollton, GA)   
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