The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

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Days pass. Everything seems like it's on a loop. I walk back home, taking one last breath of repeating actions. I open the door to my house, rushing to the computer, the only place where I can be freed. Where I can break out of my personality and replace it with binary strings and base64. Life is way easier when you don't have to get judged on looks or personality. On the internet, you can be whoever you want to be. Except you have to find the right places to be. Unlike reality where nothing can be safe forever, there are safe havens on the internet. The only thing stopping you is finding them. I chat with people I have never seen before, but have become friends with nonetheless. The internet is dangerous, but hey. What's peace without fights every now and then? It feels great to lay back and swim in the pixels of stories. If only our bodies were meant for it. I walk back outside, grabbing the mail. Nobody is out there anymore. The internet may be freeing our minds, but it traps our bodies in handcuffs made from every hours worth of coding and knowledge it contains. I still want to use the internet, but I need to remember that everything has its drawbacks. Even freedom.