Blue light bouncing off the ceiling at 1 AM,
my thumb scrolling through a life I don't live.
A funny edit, a new teaser, a "typing..." bubble
that disappears before the message is sent.
The house is silent, but my head is loud,
echoing with voices from a thousand miles away.
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