I just dreamt of a vault with no walls, yet my reflection was still trapped inside the glass for everyone to see.
If you wanted privacy, you shouldn't have put your entire life into a digital box for the tax man to browse.
A reading from Psalms 143:5
I keep in mind the early days of the past, giving thought to all your acts, even to the work of your hands.
— Psalms 143:5 (en_bbe)
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