It's been a long day
I'm seventeen and yet I feel eighty-two
My shoes not quiet filled out yet , but my mind is fully loaded
a restless night and a dreadful morning
Boarder line depressed
Yet..
Satisfaction is filled through the thoughts and updates on social media
A minute turns to a day, a day wasted on synthetic energy.
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