In the blue glow of a restless night,
I give in to the lure of the screen's cold light.
Fingers dance on a glassy plane,
Whilst I'm trapped in a cycle of endless pain.
Each scroll reveals a world of woe,
Where hope fades fast, and where fears grow.
Headlines scream of a world in strife,
Drawing me deeper into the abyss of life.
Images of despair, stories untold,
In the digital labyrinth, humanity unfolds.
Every click, a weight upon my chest,
As I drown in a sea of unrest.
Minutes turn to hours, lost in the fray,
As the darkness of doom leads me astray.
With every swipe, the sadness swells,
In this digital hell, where despair dwells.
Oh, the curse of the endless scroll,
Where shadows dance and dreams grow old.
In this digital maze, I roam alone,
Haunted by the echoes of a world unknown.
So I close my eyes, and try to break free,
From the grip of the screen that enslaves me.
But the scars remain, deep in my soul,
A reminder of the toll of doom-scrolling's toll.
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