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title: Blinding
week: 25
date: 2025-06-25
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death is blinding\
it hurts each time\
in brand new ways\
that much I'm finding

it eats away at worldly trust\
here at once\
and not the next\
in what world is this just?

no one chooses their mortal end\
we must go on\
this fear prevails\
a lifelong friend

my nights and days pocked with confusion\
irrevocable, a life all done\
reflect, think back\
dream of illusion
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I feel my descent, caused by an unknown\
At least I hope, in dread of my suspect\
A most tragic fall, of what was once grown\
Allowed to crush others in its neglect

I can't help but notice the darkened sky\
I got myself here, and built my own binds\
So I'm left stuck, to watch the time pass by\
Praying for dawn, of such contrast it blinds