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In the noise of the city,
where faces merge with cold screens,
we live in an era of empty echoes
and weary of shouting into the void.
The streets are labyrinths of concrete and glass,
distorted reflections of fragmented dreams,
and advertisements blink like empty promises,
poisoning the mind with unfulfilled desires.
We live in an era of illusory connection,
where smiles are posted an...
Wednesday 18th September 2024 12:52 am
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