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I started using Opuss a few weeks ago. It seemed like fun; something to do. A chance to share ideas and thoughts with folk that otherwise I would ignore in the street.
Connections occur in different ways. Physical, mental, spiritual, They all have a personal and familiar feel. something that was always there, but somehow missing.
Why won't you reply. Why do you leave me hanging Like a stupid, worthless idiot Staring at my phone for hours on end. Yes, I know we grew apart.
Opuss has only been in existence for a few months, and it's users are in the thousands, a tiny number compared to the Goliath that is Twitter.
When you wave your little banner, Yellow on my screen, I feel a little shock inside, I know what this must mean. Someone understands these rants, And ravings from my head.
I was texting you, you replied. I send another message and you won't reply, you left your account is offline you just won't reply. I was sad but I'm even more cos I'm bored.
I'm a total newbie to this whole thing & have never done a blog before but I'm intrigued by the idea and thought I might use it to muse a little.