Social Media? You called upon it!

It"s a social networking tool, a database of events, the young media, as the techies would say.

You knew it's purpose and still used it.

You have written on it, read it, let some socialist read you, your face, what you do , what you did not do, what your planning not to do!

This tool of do's and "do-not"

This designed plot of stories, uploaded with cycles of unfamiliar eyes staring at the rotation of your life.
Do not blame it, You called upon it!
The social trail is here to stay.

Embrace it or leave it alone..

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Shortest Inbox

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The Psychology of Man

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A mile away

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