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I can't help but think that life is worth pursuing, most of the time And of course this is my cry The boy who begged the wolf to tell his story That he so desperately needed to spread into the surrounding airwaves No no that is not enough in this space of barely listening. Print may not seem like the logical place to bleed out, but it is the only place to display my vulnerable guillotine dismemberment Before my public execution Remind me This is worth it
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:46 PM UTC
Worth
I can't help but think that life is worth pursuing, most of the time And of course this is my cry The boy who begged the wolf to tell his story That he so desperately needed to spread into the surrounding airwaves No no that is not enough in this space of barely listening. Print may not seem like the logical place to bleed out, but it is the only place to display my vulnerable guillotine dismemberment Before my public execution Remind me This is worth it
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May 19, 2026 at 4:46 PM UTC
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