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Life is but a game, Man’s eternal pursuit for acclaim. Survival traded, Instead overrated. All for a name!
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I feel trapped by my thoughts as I stare lost in the amber liquid. Swirling bubbles pop in my mind’s eye, captivating my attention. I have found an escape, deep in the bottom of a glass. An avenue away from the devastation that plagues my mind. What has happened to the world? Everywhere I look,
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Bleary eyed we rise in the night, Supporters to the end and ready to fight. Through thick and thin, Burried deep within our skin. Hoping for that winning delight!
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Sitting in awkward silence, Devices glued in our hands, Waiting for our number to be called, Helpless to fate. . Imaginations unravel uncertainty, Fear fuels the fire. Death is at our doorstep. Writing our Wills as we wait. . Our name is called, The doctor is met. A simple virus diagnosed, Life continues again. .
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Glued to devices, We are slaves to our screens. Separation anxiety, Marketed into our brains. . Where once we spoke, Now we tap. Where once we met, Now we swipe. The art of speech traded away. . Man merging with machine. Blended into one inseparable being Is this an act of evolution? Or something else
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Long ago a dream was sold, When the strength of the US was impressive to behold. Hence Freedom and Liberty, Now traded for greed and negatavity. Our American dream has unrolled!
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