Are private conversations even private anymore
We talk with caution
Is any body even real anymore?
Fake news turned into fake lives
Oh wait did fake lives come before fake news?
No one even knows anymore
Of the million ways to die
Who would of thought a screenshot
Would be one of them
Vulnerability is now an illusion
A mystery to many
Too many are hallucinating
People talk
while others are investigating
Looking for ways to expose them
Knowing that you are one screenshot away from death, how can anyone be real anymore?
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
Are private conversations even private anymore
We talk with caution
Is any body even real anymore?
Fake news turned into fake lives
Oh wait did fake lives come before fake news?
No one even knows anymore
Of the million ways to die
Who would of thought a screenshot
Would be one of them
Vulnerability is now an illusion
A mystery to many
Too many are hallucinating
People talk
while others are investigating
Looking for ways to expose them
Knowing that you are one screenshot away from death, how can anyone be real anymore?
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