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I scroll to distract myself of the life I'm throwing away I scroll , I see beauty beyond comprehension and start hyping him up for he is such an artist. I pause and disassociate, the voice comes "why couldn't he make me as pretty" I come back to life to avoid the question that would sting my eyes and continue... I continue seeing life to the fullest through screens and realize I'm living opposite sides they say "comparison is the thief of joy" but how could I not oh God I am surrounded by people who don't survive life but live it. while I contemplate on whether I should continue breathing or not. I look for better days but my heart breaks everytime I wake up. So I scroll and look at how life is treating others. I can only daydream about such.