Every time you click the tab and Facebook springs to life.A question always begs to ask if everything’s alright.It matters not if you feel down and hate the world today.Nor if the oceans of despair have left you all afraid.The algorithm holds no doubt on how you feel just now.I’m only gathers info from your…
Every time you click the tab and Facebook springs to life. A question always begs to ask if everything’s alright. It matters not if you feel down and hate the world today. Nor if the oceans of despair have left you all afraid.
The algorithm holds no doubt on how you feel just now. I’m only gathers info from your words to show you how, It shouts your feelings out to all then probes the web for likes. Determine how you feel today as ‘hugs/emojis’ spike.
But once you’ve let your heart bleed out and hope your friends all see, You sit impatient, watch the screen. (This ain’t reality) When no one cares about your post, it adds to your dismay. You smash the button, switch it off and hide your smile away.
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
Dec247h 
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