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priv/posts/30-the-end-of-forever.md

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+title: The End of Forever
+week: 30
+date: 2025-07-30
+---
+forever is my life,\
+and each day it ends\
+a new me tomorrow,\
+how will we blend?
+
+identity shattered,\
+split between worlds\
+yesterday's me,\
+gone inward, curled
+
+days keep coming,\
+I'll never feel steady\
+in spite of all this,\
+here I am, ready
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+I stare eyes out into the void\
+ever expanding\
+Consuming a life enjoyed\
+ever disbanding
+
+Everything now erodes away\
+the brain stops thinking\
+All that has past lost from today\
+memory shrinking
+
+Grasping for energy long gone\
+using more than gained\
+Life discharged by my every yawn\
+increasingly drained
+
+Errant hopes of being recast\
+avoiding never\
+Left to a breath that will be last\
+ending forever

priv/posts/31-the-fury.md

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+title: The Fury
+week: 31
+date: 2025-08-06
+---
+the fury lives within me\
+deep and on the surface\
+tired hateful spite\
+I'll live my life with purpose
+
+each day I climb this mountain\
+avoid my past with glee\
+I sometimes dream of when they die\
+the day I will be free
+
+what they've done I shouldn't say\
+though not my shame to hold\
+some tell me just let it go\
+but no, I'll never fold
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+there in your wake i fan the flame\
+desperate for it's destruction\
+spurred by fear of a creeping freeze\
+whelming down with force worrisome
+
+flame i've stoked to an inferno\
+raging forward in such rampage\
+reigniting fires of the past\
+scratching open the old scarring
+
+now left a scorched and broken earth\
+harrowed and ready for healing\
+with ache from all that is damaged\
+longing ever at what's now lost

priv/posts/32-the-covers-blown.md

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+title: The Cover's Blown
+week: 32
+date: 2025-08-13
+---
+I hide in sight,\
+my truth concealed\
+all bark no bite,\
+my hurt unhealed
+
+they poke sleeping bear,\
+resistance is vain\
+this world won't be fair,\
+I try to explain
+
+I let too much out,\
+my cover is blown\
+whine just to pout, \
+I wish I was grown
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+Our guise of ignorance has now fallen\
+All shadows of doubt illuminated\
+With years of your bombs disintegration\
+Your pretence of defence crumbles away\
+Yet still they say it's all far too complex\
+Empathy held from kids too far away\
+The victims that you expect to submit\
+To accept all they've lost and not resist\
+Lest rubble be made of their latest homes\
+Left to cower under tarpaulin domes

priv/posts/33-unconventional-deception.md

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+title: Unconventional Deception 
+week: 33
+date: 2025-08-20
+---
+like a moth to a flame,\
+but the flame's just a light,\
+deceived by this place,\
+most days and some nights
+
+It's not how they tell you,
+'beware of the others',\
+no, it's different in my life,\
+and we'll never recover
+
+a 'no' means a 'yes',\
+or a 'maybe' means 'later',\
+the message unclear,\
+I'm confusion's translator
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+Unconventional Deception:
+
+A fib made as a placeholder\
+Given to create a delay\
+For when I'm a little bolder\
+And it's the truth that I can say
+
+Meant as such to create no harm\
+Yet it has prioritised I\
+Left as social mines to disarm\
+Risk with every moralised lie

priv/posts/34-recompense.md

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+title: Recompense 
+week: 34
+date: 2025-08-27
+---
+you can never pay back\
+all the harm that you did\
+can't even keep track\
+of our zeroing bids
+
+you don't deserve our fortitude\
+nor secrecy, concealed\
+for me this life has been tabooed\
+but I will never yield
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+A gift I wish I could give you\
+Though none could possibly suffice\
+Something lost I cant just renew\
+Now left forever unaddressed
+
+Discomfort grows as time slips by\
+With stabs of guilt from every vice\
+A call from which I must not shy\
+To get this feeling off my chest
+
+A shame this is what makes me cave\
+And finally accept the price\
+With hope for your resentments waive\
+A sorry I'll try make precise

priv/posts/35-collection.md

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+title: Collection
+week: 35
+date: 2025-09-04
+---
+collections, my predilections\
+some things I'd never dream 
+
+childhood joy, as brooch or toy\
+they make me really beam
+
+the littlest pets, a plastic vet\
+I beg to save them all
+
+tiny trinkets, arts and crafts\
+just can't avoid their call
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+Another stick I stuck deep in my sack\
+With a lick of luck in sure to not lack\
+More I'll pick and pluck till I fill my pack\
+Now a brick to buck lest it break my back\
+Till this shtick I shuck when back in my shack

priv/posts/36-the-things-left-unsaid.md

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+title: The Things Left Unsaid 
+week: 36
+date: 2025-09-11
+---
+I don't like to think about\
+the things I left unsaid\
+thoughts run rough and tumble,\
+cogitate all through my head
+
+most often I say too much,\
+those times I can forget\
+however, when I bite my tongue,\
+it builds my biggest debt
+
+I always think I'll let it out,\
+but then the moment comes\
+I sit and sigh and roll my eyes,\
+to this spell I have succumbed
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+I'm lost for insufficient words\
+Paralysed into inaction \
+There stuck until the feeling curds\
+A fight where I gain no traction
+
+The telling of things left unsaid\
+Placed on actions that betray me\
+Such what I tell is lies instead\
+All through which certainly they see