In hurt we find ways
To resonate with art
Trying to make justice for it
Trying to find peace
In solitude we understand
Our emotions, our worth
Without the other’s hand
We write them down in paper
Hoping to make something
Out of hurt
We try to organize
The feelings all inside
A way to communicate
To the world
Hoping someone would listen
Those from afar
Because those who are near
Would never understand
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