(an erasure poem made from 21 different Yik Yak posts)

All this talk about █████████████████ the algorithm of life ███████████████ █████████████████ but ████ some of the questions ████████████ are almost impossible to answer █████████ How do I determine whether I’ve cross the line ███ ███████████████ ?

The messed up memories we made together are being destroyed to make space for █████████████████ the universe █ sending ██ a sign ██████ that ████████████ █████ the world in not gonna end

████████████████████ the world is not gonna end

Why ████████ does anyone ██ fear ███████████████████████████████ ██████████ ? Your city is insane ███████████ and ███ You ████████████ ██████████████████ are █████████████ fighting for your life ███████ ████

You █████████████████████████████████ are ████ universally █████ and ██████████████ violently alone █████ with ████████████████████ an abomination ███████████████ barreling towards you. You don’t feel anything

██████ not even ███████████████████████ fear █o█n█ly █████a██████ feel ████ing ██████████████ like ███ drowing ███ in the lake.

Go to sleep it will Be there in the morning