Losing what made us human
In this fast world, time is precious.
We rush just to get nowhere fast.
We run ourselves ragged to the edge.
Our little free time is spent recharging.
Sad, we hardly connect with anyone anymore.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
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