I know I did you wrong.
I know I tried to hold the song.
Fantasy, fairyland. Only in my head.
Messaged you, left on read.
I love you, I always will.
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Lizzie Alan
Just a girl with a lot of words in her head and heart.
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Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly5 days ago in Fiction
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Nice work