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Sometimes, I see them walking here in the square, chained to their digital world scared to be in real life I guess. Or they just don't care Years ago, it was different, a ball rolled here every day. There was that rotten boy who always won my marbles, times just rolled away But at least I had something precious to lose and did not sit all day staring at a small screen. We also had less to choose. I only went back home for half an hour just to see The mysteries of scooby-doo or those **** Duke boys that were on black and white TV. Yes, this square used to be fun liveliness, cohesion and laughter wide spread. nowadays it seems more like an episode of the Walking dead.
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Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
Digital dead
Sometimes, I see them walking here in the square, chained to their digital world scared to be in real life I guess. Or they just don't care Years ago, it was different, a ball rolled here every day. There was that rotten boy who always won my marbles, times just rolled away But at least I had something precious to lose and did not sit all day staring at a small screen. We also had less to choose. I only went back home for half an hour just to see The mysteries of scooby-doo or those **** Duke boys that were on black and white TV. Yes, this square used to be fun liveliness, cohesion and laughter wide spread. nowadays it seems more like an episode of the Walking dead.
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Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
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