Charging Ports


We are living in a world controlled by charging ports

Where stories of the outside have become mere fables told by grandparents on a Saturday

Where showing compassion is mocked by the crows that pick apart your self-worth

Where sweet nothings have become a soft short August, quickly forgotten by September

How much progress we've made

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