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Mar 2021
the bright light of the tv bleaches my eyes of any thought i ever conceived;  
A laugh track plays, as i slowly pull my chest to my knees.
my phone is screaming
and yelling
but i just leave it be.
I fuse to the couch and let darkness crawl over and cover me

until the roar of a laugh track sings me quietly to sleep
i use tv and other forms of media as escapism
Written by
parker  16/Non-binary/dreamin
(16/Non-binary/dreamin)   
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