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<h2>2025</h2>
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<h2>2025</h2>
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<summary>Mar 3 (written Mar 16)<br>
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write about something you wonder if others do, too</summary>
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<p>theres always another day<br>
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the pain of today<br>
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the lack of work<br>
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theres always another day<br>
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to shine<br>
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not every hit is a home run<br>
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not every bowl is a strike<br>
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not every dart is a bullseye<br>
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its ok to just be<br>
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make terrible art<br>
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dump out whatever is on your mind<br>
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like this<br>
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stupid<br>
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poem<br>
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is it even a poem<br>
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who cares<br>
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its mine<br>
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and no amount of perfectionism<br>
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can take away that its mine<br>
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the doubt will begin again tomorrow<br>
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push through<br>
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somehow<br>
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youll find a way
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<summary>Feb 24 (written Mar 3)<br>
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<summary>Feb 24 (written Mar 3)<br>
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write about a system in the world around you. it could be an economic or political system, the water cycle or the solar system. explore the connection between things in a ‘closed’ circuit. they aren’t really that closed, are they?</summary>
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write about a system in the world around you. it could be an economic or political system, the water cycle or the solar system. explore the connection between things in a ‘closed’ circuit. they aren’t really that closed, are they?</summary>
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title: dark clouds above
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date: 2025-03-16 18:23:25 -5000
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dark clouds hang above
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a blanket above
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the sun cuts through
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over a field
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that is not of mine
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but familiar
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but different
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the suns falling
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and so am i
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(this was written on my phone yesterday and i forgot to copy it in)
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