We all need a technological detox; we need to throw away our phones and computers instead of using them as our pseudo-defence system for anything that comes our way. We need to be bored and not have anything to use to shield the boredom away from us. We need to be lonely and see what it is we really feel when we are. If we continue to distract ourselves so we never have to face the realities in front of us, when the time comes and you are faced with something bigger than what your phone, food, or friends can fix, you will be in big trouble.
Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.It creeps up on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark,_strokes your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones,squeezing so tight you almost can__ breathe. It leaves lies in your_heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out from every corner.It__ a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you_down when you__e struggling to stand up.You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail_to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin.
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Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.It creeps up on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark,_strokes your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones,squeezing so tight you almost can__ breathe. It leaves lies in your_heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out from every corner.It__ a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you_down when you__e struggling to stand up.You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail_to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin.
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