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The interneter

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Dammit, there is that thought again. -Don’t do it… Every time I go to social media this thought appears. And I have no idea why. I am just sharing stupid shit. -Don’t do it… Oh shit, now it sounds like a soft voice. Well I am not gonna think about this the interneter thinks. We are like ants climbing a tree.

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It is just my own worry about what others think of me, so I gotta fight that little voice. It is normal for people to be worried. I think it is an age thing, the interneter thinks. Everybody else is doing whatever they like.

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Months pass, memes pass, songs pass, text passes. Till the interneter spots something really weird. -What the fuck, is this directed to me?. It is a post with image of a beach with the text welcome to the sunshine. The timing of this post is really weird, like it is on schedule. -This is so weird. I don’t even have friends I know on this platform.

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As time passes more posts pass that all seem to be on some kind of schedule, and I am starting to see the whole movement of messages like it has some kind of meaning. -This is not weird, this is amazing. The interneter says. All those people with the same goals, all working from their mushroom. All stuck in the traffic of the internets.

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The soft voice is slowly beginning to change. From. Don’t do it. To. Why don’t you do that? The warning turns in a question for more. And the interneter is beginning to believe there is no way out of here. This is just a climb till we reached the end of all our goals. Like a coalition.

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I finally found my friends, my teachers and my students. The interneter thinks. I am home.