📡 Lagged Breath // Still Typing
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📡 Lagged Breath // Still Typing
The messages pile up. The clock laughs. My fingers move even when my soul stalls. Somewhere in this digital drift, I left pieces of myself between edits and unsent drafts. If you read this, know I tried.
📡 Reflection:
How much of you is stored in things no one will ever see?
