something i wrote in college

be quiet and dont confess my secrets coz ill do anything to hide from it all-

the longer i wait the more pressure i feel. less places to hide and the lonelier i am. no girl at the end of the tunnel only darkness and coldness. voices inside my head yell sardonic jokes and laugh at my innocence. hope is lost.

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Santiago de Chile

i grew up with the internet i remember using aol to log onto the web it was a dial up it took a lot of time to load we used to use aim everyone would make away messages and your could choose your own username everyone would compete on who was cooler and then came cell phones it was just a phone at that time there were a couple of games and there were ringtones too after came text messages you used to have to pay per each text message after came plans to pay for texts meanwhile computers got faster and now there was dsl and cable internet i remember the first iphone i think it came out when i was in college

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"Whatever caused the slump that, in turn, became a panic, one thing was clear—none of those who had helped to inflate the bubble felt responsible for its bursting. They were the blameless casualties of a disaster of almost natural proportions." Diaz, H. (2022). Trust: Winner of the 2023 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. Pan Macmillan.

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