Vandalising Valentine's

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Color color everywhere!

Pink, black, white, neon or pastel, 

Match, if you dare!

Loud BGMs and louder attitudes,

Short gazes and fleeting stare.

The history of every story deemed uncool

Their mysteries masked in digital glare.

Deafening influencers set viral "goals"

While true feelings drift away into thin air.

The algorithm spins caution

No earthling spared!

The hype and the chaos

Conceal the bloody tear.

What looks like the cupids arrow

Can be the devil's snare! 

It's aesthetics over authenticity, 

Lower your hopes, Efforts are rare! 

Do not fall for the short-pitched joy,

Seek peace, this world is unfair.

It's Valentine's again..

And hence, my dear

Beware! Beware! Beware!

X_X

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