Unfriendly people with unfeeling words, letters of ill intent,
Misfortune comes not with malice dripped swords killing meant,
No treacherous fall with impossible demise,
But fortune in disguise,
Lessons cryptic at times, plain at others devised
Like neat packages wound with laces of supplies,
Tools of repair to decriminalize,
And inside.no material prize,
Empty, it is, as full you shall be.
Unchanged, it is, as anew.the you.can say, "Me."
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