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The title is simply a culmination of my whims like the whim that keeps me glued to my screen tap taping away tap tap tap While my room looks like some monster's den And I engorge myself on those chocolate almonds My eyes grow hazy As my waistline grows larger The yellow light pierces my eyeballs As I be tap tapping away
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Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC
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The title is simply a culmination of my whims like the whim that keeps me glued to my screen tap taping away tap tap tap While my room looks like some monster's den And I engorge myself on those chocolate almonds My eyes grow hazy As my waistline grows larger The yellow light pierces my eyeballs As I be tap tapping away
If you're feeling like me right now, you're not alone. It's so easy to get swallowed up by our screens, fight it, fight it so you have no lasting regrets for the time will slip through your fingers like sand.
CynicalStrawberry
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Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC
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