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The Pixels [Poem]

I sit for 20 minutes
Look at the clock
And realize it’s only been 3

What’s wrong with me?
20 minutes goes by in 3
When I look at a screen?

Why does sitting alone
Without the company of a screen
Screech things to an unbearable halt?

Why can’t I just be?
Here with myself
Without nervously checking

The pixels that seem to control me?
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