The loneliness is packed in a box
Gathering dust on a cupboard
The unhappiness
Swept under a rug
The hurt, the pain I carry on my shoulders
Sit in a corner of the room
Today, I get to breathe
Inhale and exhale
Without the usual tightness in my chest
Today, I can speak without choking over
My words
I can smile without it
Masking how I truly feel
Today is the kind of day
I must hold on to
And remember
On days when the universe isn't
This kind
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