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I can’t seem to change

All I ever do is write about it

But it’s the same over and over and over again

And nobody reads it

So it’s never over… again.

 

I look ahead to the potential consequences

My father is a template to my disaster

I am incapable of learning

I am disabled

80 percent should be 100

But it is clearly difficult to define broken

I am broken

 

I am misspoken

Running out of tokens

I keep spending and spending

Playing the wrong games

JAB records the high score on so many

But I’m not in the right arcade

 

Game Over

You Lose

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0636 31 December 2026

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