All day I felt like writing a poem. The first word that came to mind was “another”, so here it is:

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Titled: Hidden

Another morning I am blessed to awake.

Day will be filled with sunlight and warmth and

I must ARISE and make the most of it.

Will I go out of my “cave” and experience life? or

Tell everyone that I did but stay behind instead.

My mind tells me “truthfulness is the foundation of all human virtues” but a

Secret is ok… is just for me… is my treasure… yet

To live without experiences is like having a blank sheet:

The hand can write, the pen has ink, the surface is sturdy, the

World is ready, ready for me to go out and… touch it.

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Hint: Read vertically too. :)

UPDATE: btw I’m straight. :)