4/11/2019 [3:45 pm]
It's easy these days, hiding things. A simple click of a button composed of pixels and you can completely remove someone from contacting you forever, delete words from their own mouth, put things where nobody without your extensive treasure map of passwords can obtain them. Am I hidden from your world? Do you find yourself erasing me all too often? Ignoring the fact that I exist? Possibly pushing me aside for someone else? Maybe you are, but they don't feel how I feel about you. They don't think what I think, they don't know what I know, see what I see, act as I do. Do they also have your heart? Are they your world? You're mine. Am I disposable?
