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They called us plague rats for choosing to think, For questioning systems that profit when we sink. Now that doubt has nowhere left to hide The truth spills out, a turning tide. I kept my health through all their scorn, But not one "sorry" since the storm.
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
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They called us plague rats for choosing to think, For questioning systems that profit when we sink. Now that doubt has nowhere left to hide The truth spills out, a turning tide. I kept my health through all their scorn, But not one "sorry" since the storm.
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
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