Poetry · volume 1
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So many secondsHow do you fill them?Are you fulfilled? Where are your minutes?What screen is your master?How long will it last you? Do you hide the hours?What screen do you devour?Does it let you outside? Does it make you feelThat you want to dieAnd just live thereEternally online? And the days,Do they escape you?Do you feel confused about your past? Have you forgotten what it’s likeTo feel uglyTo feel stupidTo feel lonelyTo be hungryTo be broke and bitter and aloneTo detest your own skinIs a mythWhen you can’t call it your own