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Meredith wrote this poem about her pride, her diary

Drops of ink hit the page
As I wrote my thought on the day of rage
The knock on my door
I fell on the floor
I quickly turned the page
About the day of rage
That I spilled about the page
I opened the door
I looked to the floor
And found who I'd never expect
The people in my dreams, in my diary
I closed the door in rage

Yet again, opening to the page that I spilled my heart about
When night fell
I put the book in the wall, making sure it didn't fall
I put the cap to my ink, and quill in my desk
I turned my light off, what would my slumber bring?




Written by Meredith
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