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Facebook Fuck-Up

Facebook Fuck-Up

It's sad these days how some people persist, wrapped in there phones like life doesn't exist.
Facebook is good, if used in the right way, as long as you aren't on it, all night and all day.
Searching for comments from friends that don't care, who's got the most likes, who's post can I share.
I'll give this a like, I'll give this a smile, when all that they want deep down all the while.
Is for that very person to like there things to, so they look more popular than me and than you.
There whole existance, there time all the while is to play this illusion of life in denial.
It's fun to use Facebook, catch up with your friends, but this is where the fun should just end. 
Instead they sit in there home in the night, looking for posts that do not mean a shite.
The real life to live is rich in its colour, not Facebook blue with there mind's getting duller.
The real life to live is right where it begins when you put down your phone and lift up your chin.
When you go out for real, meet people, say "Wattsup!"...and stop being that loser...that Facebook fuck-Up!

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sparrowsong

Hello David...

Facebook...

Twitter...

Any of it...

I was told it was a dating site, an announcement site, marketing and the most pitiful of all gossiping site...

How do you know who your true friends are is when you don't lose  them to these online parasites...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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David Roberts

Awwrrr thank you, very true...world's gone crazy ? x

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