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White Lies, Black Hat

I know I was just a game

Player 2 felt just the same

Scared of my window

And my Windows

Worried by empty streets

And data sheets

Are my files compromised?

Or is it just my brain,

CPU rotting again.

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21 / Agender

Published: Sep 25, 2018
LinesWords: 940

Notes: My abuser was a hacker, specifically doing malicious hacking from time to time. He no longer does it very often, but there's lingering paranoia that he might be hacking into any of my devices/accounts at any given time.
Tags: #computer #trauma

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