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Jun 2013
Its not that serious, its not that sincere
                           Lights and electricity, not really what they appear
                           They’re numbers and codes, not actual actions
                                Its binary code, not true transactions
                          
                         ­   Don’t take it to heart, its too cold to have a pulse
                           Full of electric charges but no flesh to convulse
                                Its just a network, not real interactions
                   It doesn’t matter what is said, they are just letters and captions
                          
                           There aren’t any rules, why would there be?
                          Its through wires and plugs, not genuine ability
                          Don’t take it personally, you are not meant to
                         Typed smiles and faces, the likeness they woe!
                        But they have no unique attributes to be weighty to you.
                      
                             Say what you want, its different here
                             No face to look at.. no eye to tear.....
                          Don’t act like yourself, you’re not yourself anymore
                       The detachment of this tragedy strikes you to the core
                   Lash out if you want, there is no real person to receive your blow
                          A username, a picture, no one you really know.
                          
                      Tell them they are nothing! you’re right, aren’t you?
                      They are just lifeless drones with nothing else to do.
                           Exercise your anger, its all an outlet here
                    You can get more attention here than you did anywhere
                            
                           ­   Its virtual, Its cold, a social evolution!
                          Its clean and pure, no emotional pollution.
                            
                         ­   No responsibility,
                                                    this world is like a dream......
                            
                        ­ Become another person,
                                                         ­        And hide behind a screen.
Rachel Sullivan
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Rachel Sullivan  Washington
(Washington)   
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