just another day
in the shadows of a quiet room
there she is
on her own
preaching a brighter, happier world
in the tips of her fingers
where a better world lies, she calls
for a filtered image and smile
with every bit of her fragmented dedication
scrapes the filth
off her face
but at the end
that's not what she craves for
beyond the pixels
a genuine connection
isn't what she really longs for?



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