Social Media is a crime,
It takes over my free time.
Making me hurt,
But it's as unimportant as a shirt.
It makes friends lie.
As people's spirits die.
Hurting words they see,
Without them meaning to be.
It I didn't care to see,
What my friends did without me,
I would quit.
And become a hermit.
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Poems
PoesíaThese are poems that I just made up. Enjoy and comments would be gladly accepted :) #924 in Poetry (pictures are NOT my own) #174 in relate
