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I WANT THE LIMELIGHT

Dear Reader
I hope this heart felt mail finds you well

The reason for writing this mail is to alert you that I want you to know me
I desire that you click the like button whenever I post
I don't care if you like me
I just want you to like my posts
It is trendy to be the best liked on the social media
It makes sense in this fast moving world
It makes cents that add up to a million
That is why we trade family and friends for a minute on the phone
I would rather be more social on the media than real life
Talk about fake friends with my fake friends than about my real friends with real friends
I would rather dress up for Instagram than a real date
I would rather smile for a selfie than with the guy next door 
I would rather be fake on the internet than be real in life
I would rather be depressed in real life but elated on my WhatsApp status
Because I feel like I have lost meaning in life
I would rather exepose the private details of my morphology for a like and a flirt on Facebook 
I would rather be infamous or famus either way but get the busy buzz of social media
I would rather be the trending topic at all cost
Even if the trolls finally eat my life
I would rather die with the most followers on Twitter
Just to be a real millennial living the time
The cost is as crazy as the high
Fast fake life until I am found out
Then if I am not strong enough, the fans eat me away like magots

Kind regards
Millennial

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