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Social media strikes hard, slaps you in the face with the reality that people can move on without a second thought. Check ins and selfies destroy your hopeful illusion that everyone else is wallowing in despair as much as you are. The lachrymose waters run risks, as you tether between drowning in knowledge and swimming into ignorance. You swallow the emojis when you ache for oxygen, fresh air that removes the loneliness that settles in off gold’s envy. Comments on pictures that could just easily be graffiti on the ocean floor, saying “quite frankly, no one gives a damn.”