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Deep into the night,
I stare at my screen.
13 new notifications;
My facebook page reads.
I begin to reply,
But my hand stops working.
I don't want to be social anymore,
I closed the page, sulking.
I think about the time,
When facebook was not the ultimate addiction.
But now the times have changed,
Now it's every being's conviction.
I myself have been the luckless victim,
Of this unique disease.
And now sitting, repenting,
I can't even feel the cool breeze.
All those times I wasted on this social network,
And all those unimportant status updates.
All the unwanted poking wars,
And the idiotic competition of having more mates.
All of it seems distant and long gone.
Any of it is not important anymore.
With the evolution of this great social network,
We have stopped being social anymore.
I decided; This is it.
I won't be the slave of this disease.
I don't want to repent,
And I want to feel the breeze.
I opened the settings and clicked Deactivate account.
It asked the reason why.
The hell with you man!!!
I don't want to specify.
On the final confirmation screen,
My hand actually faltered.
I thought about thinking twice,
No; this decision could not be altered.
I pressed Confirm, without another thought,
Thinking I will never see that page again.
The screen said; whenever you come back, login with the same account again,
No baby, that's not going to happen ever again.
I slept peacefully, feeling light hearted.
Thinking never to see that page again.
Woke up in the morning and switched on the computer,
And ended up with the sign;
WELCOME BACK TO FACEBOOK AGAIN.....