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this is a poem, basically

i think it's march now for a lot of people and i was trying to get this out for the last day of february but. i ended up recording it just before midnight and i'm posting it now. so. yes. here is this. these are different passages arranged by me all from the beatrice letters by lemony snicket.edit: okay listening to it i realized that turning off the mic sounds really dramatic but it's just, the button is right next to the mic, so it sounds like i slapped it or something but i didn't. ok. 

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Phillip Wilcox

Glorious. A long time ago I lost my belief in wishing because I learned that wishes rarely, if ever, come true. So any wish I've ever made was done so sparingly; and done so with tongue-in-cheek... However, if I'm going to make any one wish now and mean it, it would be to hear your voice read me anything before I take my last breath. That's how I'd wish to go out.