I sit listlessly on the edge of the small, single bed, staring down at my hands. In them is nestled the small, black noose. Every day, it wriggles more of its reptilian body into my soul, slowly dispatching tentacles to every nerve in my body; taking over; controlling. I no longer knew how to distinguish reality from the world the noose wants me to
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Do you support those who make the decision to remove the influence of a phone from their lives, or to delete/abstain from using a Facebook account?
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