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They handed me the answers to the test today, and I learned that truth doesn’t rust. It bends, but it does not break not under its own weight, under its own scrutiny. Though it does set me adrift. Without it, I’m unsure I can steer. But maybe I can repair. I can even rebel not with lies, but with answers that I wield cleanly. I could mislead with truth. Or with the answers to this test.
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
That ****** Test
They handed me the answers to the test today, and I learned that truth doesn’t rust. It bends, but it does not break not under its own weight, under its own scrutiny. Though it does set me adrift. Without it, I’m unsure I can steer. But maybe I can repair. I can even rebel not with lies, but with answers that I wield cleanly. I could mislead with truth. Or with the answers to this test.
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
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