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The world doesn’t know how much it needs me how much it would miss me how much it depends on my little choices my small voices drowning out the others and nudging me to stay away. The world doesn’t know how much we depend on a little lack of leadership. How much more devastated the world would be with a little more co-ordinated lawlessness. Little do they appreciate me, appreciate that random acts of disfunction are preferable by far than my hordes of regimented devastation. The world doesn’t know how much it needs me to stay here and not get involved. The world doesn’t know how much it needs me.
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Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
My hoards
The world doesn’t know how much it needs me how much it would miss me how much it depends on my little choices my small voices drowning out the others and nudging me to stay away. The world doesn’t know how much we depend on a little lack of leadership. How much more devastated the world would be with a little more co-ordinated lawlessness. Little do they appreciate me, appreciate that random acts of disfunction are preferable by far than my hordes of regimented devastation. The world doesn’t know how much it needs me to stay here and not get involved. The world doesn’t know how much it needs me.
Sometimes chaos is a matter of choice
stevejeff
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Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
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