Dead Generation
Location
Internet runs faster than I do.
Phones know more than I do.
Breathing in wi-fi instead of air.
I am suffocating.
Who will help me?
My laptop?
No.
My phone?
No.
They stare at me in silence.
As I have been there for them,
Playing with them,
Smiling at them,
Giving all my attention to them,
They are not there for me.
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