Social Media.
Post. Scroll. Repeat. We are trapped.
When will we be free?
How does it work?
This is the same question I've been asking. https://shopping-feedback.today/art/social-media-trap%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cstyle data-emotion-css="w4qknv-Replies">.css-w4qknv-Replies{display:grid;gap:1.5rem;}
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This is the same question I've been asking. https://shopping-feedback.today/art/social-media-trap%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cstyle data-emotion-css="w4qknv-Replies">.css-w4qknv-Replies{display:grid;gap:1.5rem;}