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It’s So Dark

It’s So Dark
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Why is it so dark?

All the time?

Is the morning going to come?

I was fine,

When all of a sudden

The morning didn’t come.

The darkest before the morn

Remained before

The darkest nights.

Maybe I will close my eyes

And dream of a bright morning

Counting on the fact

That every day

No matter how predictable,

Is unpredictable

And up to God.

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