We’re all going through some stuff

I found an exercise book, stuffed at the back

Of a cupboard unit in the flat,

Obviously left behind by the person who lived here before.

It was a diary that was scrawled inside

And I felt kinda like I was prying as I read

The anonymous words that oozed with pain

And hate and ugly feelings cooped in hearts

Of everyone we pass on streets and in the shopping malls.

It just reminded me when I was feeling low

That everyone has written words they stuffed away

That let the pain like blood from wounds.

Yes, we all have wounds and if you only take one thing

From this day of disturbed, delectable delights,

Remember you are not alone.

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