ALEX ANTALLY
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worrying is a privilege of the living,
and if I'm not living right now,
if I'm only existing,
what does that make me?
Not alive but existing,
like a torn flower that fades,
my petals are darker than yesterday.
worrying is a privilege of the living,
isn't it?
- Alex Antally 🌸
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