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Oct 2010
We often have so many misfortunes in life,
We get used to being used by pain’s might.
But if we hold tight,
Regardless of life’s hardships,
Or the steepness of our plight,
We just might keep sight
The fortunes only seen at night.

If you ask me,
The sun’s beauty cannot compare to that of the moon.
Stare at the blazing sunlight,
And I’ll watch you go blind.
While I gaze at the moon’s eyes,
And one day have nocturnal sight.

Sometimes it’s hard to follow the light
When your surroundings are bright.
But it’s easy to find the spark
When your days are dark.
Joseph Childress
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Joseph Childress  30/M/Detroit
(30/M/Detroit)   
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