Look up from the book you are trying to write,
That diary of yours will be finished tonight,
And tomorrow, your stories will fill it again,
With laughter and tears and a moutain of pain.
Take each day as it comes and make someone your friend,
Share some thoughts with a stranger, who will share them again,
Write it up in your diary, and maybe some day,
Good luck will surround you, in a loving way.
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