when it is late at night i wonder how god could take someone so young
what gave him the power to choose who lives and who’s life
i thought life was the most precious gift
i had hope that there was a chance you could have survived
but they tried and they tried
you were just too weak on the inside
you touched so many lives hundreds cried
you were my big brother
i am happy you are no longer in pain
i search and search for why but no one can explain
you were the most beautiful perfect human being
you now belong to the stars in the sky
About the Creator
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 Frankly3 days ago in Fiction
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