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slowly slipping, down... down... down... drowning,
air escaping, suffocating,
struggling to reach the surface;
is it even worth it?
darkness closing in,
silence roaring—
But now I'm
soaring;
Free.
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M.J. Carlock
I find that words are powerful; regardless of their form, they carry influence over our lives, and we must wield their power with both wisdom 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 Franklyabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
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Good you freed yourself from the abuse in time:D
Awesome piece