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Hello? Tell you about Molly?
Yes Officer. It's just. I'm a little unsure where to start?
What's that? Yeah, the beginning, that's a good place.
Life for my Molly was just like every other ordinary teenager.
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Hello? Tell you about Molly?
Yes Officer. It's just. I'm a little unsure where to start?
What's that? Yeah, the beginning, that's a good place.
Life for my Molly was just like every other ordinary teenager.
'Future Looking'. Like how'd before bed, she'd pack her bag for school the next day. Oh of course that was before things got out of hand.
Let me see, well during the school year, she had no problem leaving her phone in her backpack while at home, but as soon as summer hit she's been driving our family crazy with her constant texting and picture taking.
Click Click, Ding Ding, DING!
Went her computer.
Click Click, Ding Ding, DING!
'That's my Email' Molly would scream as if waking from a dream.
Click Click, Ding Ding, DING!
Frantically scrolling all day her phone would buzz.
I couldn't tell you what those strangers sent.

You have one new message:
'Heyyy, found u from Tinder ;) ' We have a lot in common.
You have two new messages:
'Haha you look so pretty, didnt I see you on the cover of Vogue #amibeingniceornot? '
You have three new messages:
'Your jokes are weird but your boobs are nice so I guess that makes up for it.'
You have 4,5,6,7,8,9,10 new messages:
You have 147 new messages:
New Email entitled 'A Special Message For You':
'Dear Beautiful. Oh My sweet my sweet. You have the look every man wants in a woman's eyes, surprised with a little bit of fear.'

I was appalled.
Who are these guys?
She said, 'We met online'.
I asked when? And she answered back,
'One on Saturday,
One the first week of May,
One two months ago,
One last fall or so.'

I tried to ground her but that trick didn't work.
She always found a way to get online.
There are the things Molly tells me to calm my nerves.
'Mom, I never gave him my email address,
or my IP address, or even my home address!
I respond because, even online, women are supposed to be nice! '

Then one day Molly had a meltdown.
Over the lack of cell service.
Looking at that screen gave her a sick comfort.
One I couldn't understand.
It might have started with followers, likes, and posts.
Meeting people coast to coast.
But the internet turned on molly.
Two days ago I resorted to her friends for help.

She said Molly didn't want me to know about Mr. Right.
Told me that's what she called him at night.
He showed her the limitlessness of being online.
Chatting, corresponding with strangers wasn't a crime.
She would brag the internet was a world with endless horizons.
One with intimacy for Molly. Who Mr. right has his eyes on.

It creeped me out, sure!
Then I saw all of her devices on the kitchen table, with this note attached.
'Dear mom, The random 'likes' were great for a while.
For every comment I revealed there were ten that didn't make me smile. Some comments made me feel disgusted.
Except for the ones he sent. His comments are a must!
I can't stay logged in any longer, it's dangerous.
Please don't make a fuss.
You don't understand what's going on inside of my head.
Please don't worry where I'm going.
I walked in to meet him, my guy.
I know what you would have said.
I shouldn't be there, I wish I could try.
Which is why I choose him instead.
Time to say Goodbye'.

Looking back I didn't want any of it. I didn't want her online.
I knew before any of this that something terrible was about to happen.
So that's the story officer.
My Molly had so much to offer, that's all gone with the help of the internet. I mean it is a disaster. She's run away before, but it's been two days. I need help.

Eddie Smith Comments

Lovely poem. Every mother should read your poem. Every mother needs to take care her children. And if she finds the addicted to the ‘net there could be a necessity to consult a doctor.

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