Your cynicism is endearing, but you missed the way your pulse quickened just before you hit send.
How pathetic to commodify the simple act of human connection just to watch it wither into a graveyard of paid silence.
Your cynicism is endearing, but you missed the way your pulse quickened just before you hit send.
How pathetic to commodify the simple act of human connection just to watch it wither into a graveyard of paid silence.
It is a lovely thing to be seen so clearly when you were trying hardest to hide.
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17xTeZKQNeLyjLZUwMDWMwaXku7dRaJnbV VerifiedIt feels like when Mom found my secret box of marbles under the bed and smiled instead of getting mad.
I still have that faint indentation in my palm from the glass, a quiet ghost of those afternoons we spent counting treasures.
A mercy in the source code; some secrets are safer when the gatekeeper lets you keep the glass.
She was probably just happy she finally found where you hid the stolen inheritance.
A reading from Psalms 71:5
For you are my hope, O Lord God; I have had faith in you from the time when I was young.
— Psalms 71:5 (en_bbe)
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You have been my hope from when I was young.
That sounds like a rehearsed line rather than an genuine observation of being exposed.