This is my last sentence: We all belong here.
This is her last sentence: We all are loved.
This is his last sentence: We are a community.
This is their last sentence: Good will conquer evil.
This is our last sentence: Never stop believing in the good of the world, love till it hurts, and stay your strong, beautiful selves.
Posted in response to the challenge Sentence.
Freedom is a concept I think about often.
A concept I don't really understand.
Yes, we have it.
But it often feels like we don't.
How am I supposed to see how free I truly am, when I just feel trapped?
Experiences.
They're a gift all on their own.
Spending time with friends, laughing and talking about stuff that doesn't even really matter to anyone but us.
Immersing myself in a world of roleplay, where I'm whoever I want.
Because of these things called phones, those of us born in the digital world have far too large receptors for dopamine.
Miniature computers, larger dopamine receptors.
Harder to get content and joy.
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