"WRAC pt 1" by Tashie

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He stared at the name 'Gabe Trent'. The only real thing about his online profile. He was caged by society, the expectations and rules. Show-casing his vanity and artificial life.
He was 13. His parents, after much hesitation, had allowed him to make

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-an online profile. Throughout the next few months he was following trends, sharing only highlights and lies about his fabricated life. Having a large online following helped him escape, or did it? Whether it was online or real-life he could never escape.

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He was stuck in a cage, on display, like a proud lion at a zoo.
No-one knew the struggle, being mentally unstable; anxiety, depressed, anger issues... There are some things you cannot escape. He once thought about, it... It, may be an escape...
He was

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living a lie. He was being something he was not. He wanted to change but no matter how hard he fought, he could never click that intimidating delete button.
He could never click away from his artificial like. He never meant to be this fake. He wanted to

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spread awareness to what he was dealing with on a daily basis. He began to type a new status update...
'I just wanted to tell everyone that I will be deleting my account. I am a fake. What you see is fake. This is not my life...'
Gabe shook his head,

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he knew people would pester and bully him; Attention Seeker! THe message got shorter, letter... by... letter. At this time, backspace was his best friend, his only friend.
He had always wanted a friend, just one. If he is lucky maybe two. When he was

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younger he struggled to make friends.
He was suddenly interrupted by a notification...