Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton.
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God, you see my phone light up before I do.
You know every DM,
You know every DM,
every text, every tab I don’t close.
Keep me safe when I’m moving reckless online,
searching for love in notifications and blue bubbles.
Don’t let these scammers eat off my loneliness,
or my ego make me post what should stay unspoken.
Teach me to flex with wisdom,
to level up without selling out my soul,
to keep receipts of grace, not grudges,
to block what’s toxic and follow what’s true.
When I’m up late doom-scrolling,
whisper, “Log off, it’s not that deep.”
When I’m counting likes like they’re oxygen,
remind me I was counted loved before the internet.
Protect my data, my money, my name.
Guide my fingers before they tap “send,”
my mind before it believes the hype,
my heart before it confuses attention with affection.
And help me use this digital life
to build, not break;
to heal, not hurt;
to share the story you’re writing in me,
no cap.
wracton@gmail.com
williamacton.legalshieldassociate.com
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