I lay on in my bed listening to Nightcore. Better versions of songs from somewhere around a decade ago. I left my phone up to look at the image presented with the song. Glazed over eyes view a boy and a girl dressed in black. They're happy running towards the camera across city streets lined with cars but none of them are moving. Running towards the camera, they aren't running. They're stagnant. A song ever unchanging in the valves of YouTube.
Much like the song I myself am static. It's unlikely that this will ever change. YouTube has sapped any desire for life outside the platform from me. I might be dead.
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Book of Nightcore
Short Storyshort stories about the people who listen to Nightcore
