digital dust

our sad little lives, studied by nobody, words we threw to the unlistening world, our younger, more beautiful selves, before we realised how beautiful we were and before we stopped being beautiful, blind in that brief window, our beautiful children, their beautiful lives, all turned to digital dust with the power turned off

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