When the doom scroll
Has you downcast
And the newscasts
Leave you cold
When the reels
Have sent you reeling
And you’re eaten up
By trolls
Take back control
Secure your soul
Shake yourself awake
To break
The algorithm’s hold
Throw an anchor to forever
Sink your hopes into the heart
Of the one who broke the mould
Who’s scarred hands hold
The truest gold
Know that decency
An…
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