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· poetry
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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JArtB
0636 31 December 2026
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