There's this stigma...
A quota if you will
Of every little f*cking thought
The need for false acceptance
An urge for social guidance...
A crave for just one more like
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Post, like, scroll
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Scroll past the life that you envy
Post another poem they won't read
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Dive into the life that you subscribed to
You wonder why your relationship is crumbling?
It's probably that f*cking thing you're holding
You ask yourself do they not think that I'm pretty?
When will you realize needing their opinion's shitty?
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Scroll past the life that you envy
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Put it down
Pick it up
Delete your account
Forget it
Put it down
Pick it up
Delete your account
Forget it
For just a few days till you long back in
This is my last poem you'll see
I think I've finally realized I don't give a f*ck what you think about me.
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