Thoughtcrime: A Reflection on Growth

I was fourteen with a keyboard and a mind on fire.

Dropping thoughts like secrets in a late night choir. Didn't know the world would screenshot

every spark. Didn't know they'd dig it up like bones in the dark.

But we grow, we break, we learn

what truth becomes. Why judge a whole life by its

youngest tongue? The internet's a conscience, not the shape of who I

am. Just a river full of thoughts that never had a master plan.

Scrolling through my history like you're looking for a crime. But punishing a