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lost in this world created on a screen, I can't even see things that really matter to me, I miss the rawness of your voice, the pen to the paper, now we have an abundance of choice. I can type without looking, I can manage five tabs while ordering food, --whats cooking? everything is so instant. we are the impatient, the damaged, and the distant. adaptation creates us to be dynamic, but I can't seem to not panic. you are high and dry, but you're glorified. you keep staring at your phone I am just begging to know why
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
you are high and dry, but you're glorified.
lost in this world created on a screen, I can't even see things that really matter to me, I miss the rawness of your voice, the pen to the paper, now we have an abundance of choice. I can type without looking, I can manage five tabs while ordering food, --whats cooking? everything is so instant. we are the impatient, the damaged, and the distant. adaptation creates us to be dynamic, but I can't seem to not panic. you are high and dry, but you're glorified. you keep staring at your phone I am just begging to know why
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
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