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I was conceived from the mind
Birthed into my thoughts
Finding gravity to walk on
Grew up calculating my mistakes
Now, another platform exists
One I must use to survive
These boxes requires a constant gaze
Barely looking up to the stars
Leaves no room for a divided attention
Always peeking at new updates
while on the highway, driving
I pray there’s no traffic on 95 south today
So this eternal torture may be easier to take on soul