A young age stands before us
searching for normality
looking for ourselves
as if a lost family member
You cross the road without looking both ways
You spend your time with your head tucked in
study all day for the grade learn the shortcuts
distribute them with friends
Someone shared the mystery of life with you
would you be so kind to share
So many of us try our best to hear
Yet they just don't sink in
well decorated profile page shrines
Make me thirsty to reinvent myself
Appeal juice squeezed
convenience and ease
for a physical emotional barrier
A likeness for a thread host
Doll of the algorithm
Adorning the boast
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