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title: Security
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week: 4
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date: 2024-01-22
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title: Divide
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week: 5
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date: 2024-02-05
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a blanket of warmth,\
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comfort on all sides\
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out there are monsters,\
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beneath I must hide
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cut up into pieces,\
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split the halves into two\
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that's quarters, or fourths,\
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whichever you like to do
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when darkness creeps in,\
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security squandered\
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towards evil and horror,\
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my mind has wandered
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numerator, at the top,\
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tells how many you have got\
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cupcakes, pies, or bicycles,\
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maybe planes or big big yachts
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please, tuck me in,\
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as snug as a bug\
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lest I fall victim,\
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to ungodly hug
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the hours are ticking,\
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time slips away\
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up rises sun's safety,\
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to begin a new day
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from goblins and ghouls,\
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at once I am free\
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to wish that tonight,\
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they will hear my plea
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denominator, down the bottom,\
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divvying up the parts\
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now you know division,\
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they call you doctor smarts
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A place I know is mine\
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Soft cushioned for retreat\
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Where I can self enshrine\
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Until refresh complete
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This sanctuary changed\
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As my mind developed\
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Now finding myself drained\
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When by dark enveloped
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If it were but a beast\
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A monster to be slain\
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A hopeless fight at least\
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Would comfort, though in vain
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Instead it's my own wit\
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Besieged by thoughts that swarm\
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To slip in endless pit\
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Caught by this mental storm
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awaiting compleition...
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title: Overpass
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week: 6
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date: 2024-02-09
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'Meet me at the overpass,' I wrote. 'When the day comes.' I wanted to know so badly where I would end up. Would I be funny, pretty, sweet? Would my time be well spent? Would I make it out of this mess? Of course, I knew it was impossible. I'm only 17. I would have to wait like the rest of us.
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Just in case, I went. Down my well-trodden path, in this city of bustle. Grey buildings domineered, I looked up to them, fraught. There wasn't much to see here, unchanging day to day. I walked to the centre, heavy legs dangling as busy cars rushed over black nowhere roads. Alone, I was startled - a kind woman tapped my shoulder.
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'Pick yourself up,' she said, 'and dust yourself off. You'll be okay.'\
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'How can you know?' I crumbled by her side.\
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'I've been here before, things look up, I promise. Do you want to talk about it?'\
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'No thanks, I'm alright.' My overfull skin tightened. 'I trust myself to find the way.'\
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'I believe in you, she assured, her twinkling eyes gleaming.
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I got up, smoothed my clothes, beginning the trek home. Warm leaves danced around me, brand new in the spring. I saw a butterfly, blue, fresh from cocoon's comfort. Black and white buildings seemed endless with possibility. I finished my journal entry: 'You weren't there, but I was. I will find my way.'
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A stroll taken under deceptive sky\
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How quickly it moved beyond overcast\
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I'm glad it did, as it's the reason why\
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I met you there, under the overpass
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I wake and want to see you every day\
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Even though I fear this is but a farce\
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Yet still joy and smiles it brings when I say\
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I'll see you there, under the overpass
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We had a spark that at first seemed concrete\
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Yet our time together has become sparce\
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I have to hold hope, that again we'll meet\
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If await you, under the overpass
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Sorry I was blind, I now see the sign\
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It seems that it's cues I struggle to parse\
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I'll work to be better should stars align\
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Meeting again, under the overpass
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title: Security
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week: 4
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date: 2024-01-28
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---
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a blanket of warmth,\
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comfort on all sides\
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out there are monsters,\
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beneath I must hide
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when darkness creeps in,\
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security squandered\
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towards evil and horror,\
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my mind has wandered
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please, tuck me in,\
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as snug as a bug\
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lest I fall victim,\
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to ungodly hug
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the hours are ticking,\
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time slips away\
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up rises sun's safety,\
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to begin a new day
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from goblins and ghouls,\
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at once I am free\
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to wish that tonight,\
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they will hear my plea
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+++
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A place I know is mine\
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Soft cushioned for retreat\
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Where I can self enshrine\
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Until refresh complete\
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This sanctuary changed\
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As my mind developed\
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Now finding myself drained\
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When by dark enveloped
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If it were but a beast\
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A monster to be slain\
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A hopeless fight at least\
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Would comfort, though in vain
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Instead it's my own wit\
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Besieged by thoughts that swarm\
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To slip in endless pit\
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Caught by this mental storm
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