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I’m a hashtag crusader, a keyboard persuader, Typing my battles with no invader. I’m a self-care pretender, a burnout defender, Masking my wounds in a filtered splendor. I’m a FOMO chaser, a time eraser, Living for moments that vanish like vapor. I’m a productivity slave, a goal-setting rave, But at the end of the day, there’s nothing to save. I’m a biohacked being, always believing, That life’s a code just worth retrieving. I’m a crypto miner, a screen-time whiner, With dreams of gold but the world's no finer. I’m a pixelated poet, my heart won’t show it, Lost in the noise though I try to bestow it. I’m the laughter canned, the journey unplanned, An open tab in a shrinking span. I’m a meme-defined thinker, a hope-drained drinker, Living on caffeine while my morals get thinner. I’m the future they built, a product of guilt, A castle of pixels where dreams are spilt. I’m a search-bar philosopher, no real observer, Finding my truth through another server. But what’s the cost of this data-fed frost? Am I gaining the world but my soul gets lost? If I unplug today, will I fade away? A millennial man, a ghost on display.