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I saw your reel—again—how quaint,

Crying cute with flawless paint.

Your heartbreak’s trending, nice and neat,

With captions timed to every beat.

Lip-sync rage with perfect glow,

Your soul sold out for the algo show.

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I blink and you’re replaced again—

By neon lies and plastic friends.

Still I scroll, still I stare,

Guess apathy’s the new affair…

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Hail to short attention span,

Confetti thoughts and clapping hands.

Ten-second love, no place to land—

Just viral ghosts and hollow brands.

Hail to the scroll and skip,

Truth don’t trend, it’s not the hit.

I blink, you vanish—how on brand,

Hail to the short attention span.

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You flash a quote you didn’t write,

With bedroom eyes and ring light light.

Swipe for sadness, tap for bliss,

Trauma’s just a thirst trap twist.

You say you’re deep—but babe, come on—

Depth don’t dance to every song.

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We laugh, we like, we cry on cue—

But I still miss what’s real in you.

And maybe that’s the joke, the trick,

We meme the wound and call it sick.

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Hail to short attention span,

We’re stars inside a frying pan.

We burn too fast, but damn it’s glam—

Fake it fierce, forget who I am.

Hail to the flash and dip,

This carousel of pixel slips.

I blink, you vanish—was it planned?

Hail to the short attention span.

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We chase the heart in dopamine,

Then ghost it in a looping scene.

We tap and tag and share and boast—

But never stay to hold the ghost.

It’s clickbait love, it’s all pretend—

A thousand views, but not one friend.

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I miss the pause… the awkward air,

The trembling hands that really care.

But now we filter pain with gloss—

A perfect smile, a secret loss.

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Hail to short attention span,

The candy crash of no real plan.

We joke, we post, we feel, we scan—

Then toss it in the meme trash can.

Hail to the scroll and skip,

To feelings lost in trending clips.

I blink, you vanish—guess that’s glam…

Hail to the short attention span.

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Don’t worry, I won’t remember this tomorrow.

But tonight… it kinda hurts.

Hail.