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Feb 2018
I say I am the good.
Nothing good can come of this
Even though they told me
I refuse to simply believe
They say this day cannot be my day
If it is dark here it is light there.
And I want to go there
Maybe they see where the sun went.
I don’t see why they are so loud
The dogs all bark
There must be sun somewhere
I saw it with mine own eyes
The light was blinding
I wanted to see the sunrise
I did not think the sun came up so early
It is the story of my life
This is not  just inspiration
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
(28/M)   
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