pam
pam soft days
the small things that soften my whole day
why my days feel shorter now
the world we had before the feed existed
the cup of tea that slowed my whole day
the day I said “ok enough” to Facebook
the sunlight I almost missed
when I realized the feed wasn’t my life
the small town that held me softly
the summers that shaped us without trying
the days we didn’t rush to be seen
before the scroll took over
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