The generation of virtual reality
Full of WiFi and lackin individuality
I’m guilty, so no reason to be proud of me
What’s more addicting? Drugs or a cell phone?
Its well known, but greatly disregarded
Don’t go to wakes or funerals but only show love on the gram to the dearly departed
I’m lionhearted, I feel it beat outta my chest
Almost got nothin left, feelin like I’m
runnin on empty
Wake up and try to be the best man that I can be
But why do I feel like that shit only work against me?
Maybe cuz normality is actin “savage”
Pretend to be someone else how fuckin tragic
The world spins, but humanity moves backwards
A planet full of actresses and actors
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
Offline) - Published: November 12th, 2018 22:07
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
I like to think I'm a rebel because the only Facebook profile I have is an imaginary one where I post poems and things I can't say out loud!
Noone reads it of course. So it can feel lonely.
Not sure I should have admitted to that 😳
Nothin to be ashamed of...you’re not alone
You write with passion. I appreciate that.
Kindest Regards
Thank you, we need passion nowadays
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