Pixels and Yearning - Addiction

The screen glows, a cold and sterile fire,

Reflecting in eyes that hold a tired

And shadowed gaze. Textbooks lie cast aside,

Their knowledge mute against the rising tide

Of digital desires, a hollow hum

That vibrates in the silence of his room.

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He watches, seeks a solace undefined,

A phantom touch to ease an aching mind.

The perfect bodies, sculpted and displayed,

A promise whispered, instantly obeyed.

But in their flawless grace, a truth concealed,

A fragile heart that struggles to be healed.

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The lecture halls are filled with vibrant sound,

Of laughter shared and friendships newly found.

But he remains an island, set apart,

A lonely sailor with a wounded heart.

He sees the couples hand-in-hand, their eyes

Reflecting worlds he only fantasizes.

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The pixels fade, the screen returns to black,

Leaving an emptiness he can't turn back.

A yearning lingers, raw and sharp and deep,

For something real, a promise he can keep.

Beyond the images, a whispered plea,

To be seen, to be touched, authentically.

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He closes his laptop, sighs, and stares at the wall,

Wondering if someone will ever catch him when he falls.