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You know, I used to be happy all of the time.
what the heck happened? I used to go weeks
without crying, I used to love going to school.

In fairness, I liked real school - not the sad,
sterile, anti-social, virtual experience.

When I'm mad I get silly, then mean. I don't
always know why - angry is the answer, but 
I don’t always get the subconscious analysis 
behind it. That's a bad day - I'm truly sorry.

If I could step back, in those moments,
and think - clearly - I'm about the luckiest person.

I'm a hundred pounds of privilege 
- if we rounding up - but pressurized, 
stressed like a movie submarine in deep dive.

I think I miss people - like in an assembly
- before it starts - where a hundred conversations 
clash like the random patter of rain. That’s one
of the sounds of joy.

The civilized brain is soaked in the opinions, 
and shared experiences with others. These virtual, 
interactive shadows on flat screens can't fill the void.


p.s. I write short stories too  =]

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