Along with every other device that connects to the internet.

This is a poem about love.

Human frailty remains the same.

Poem.

What awaits us at the end?

Damage results, when being overly concerned about "self."

Poem.

Seriously why do you care?

A little poem of what I have been going through with always going on and off about being sad and happy, so this reflects my feelings along with others who feel the same way.

This poem is about when someone you know is changing before your eyes, and you can’t do anything about it. They are lively, popular, and you feel dull in comparison.