I pucker my lips as the feed transfers me into my virtual reality dream,
It feels as if I were stuck in a never ending trance of disturbance.
By the snap of my stubby pale fingers I could be floating in deep outerspace during spring break,
The "Feed" I feel implanted into my brain,
As each day comes to a pass a part of my cerebrum becomes controlled by technology.
Conversing with classmates becomes a more difficult process,
I feel as if the feed erases my memories storing the memories into their databases,
I no longer remember my name nor do I know who I am,
Feed butchered my mind,
Feed murdered the little girl I once was...
-E.J.W