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  • Writer's pictureCurious Observer


I was very alone in the night and dark, All my happiness vanished with the twinkling bright spark. They say there's morning after every dark night, But alone, I mourned that it followed a fight.
A fight with clouds and rain, thunder and storms, Once again, fighting against stubborn norms. I wish I had someone to lend a helping hand, For God has given me naught, and alone I can't withstand.
It's a fight we all must face, Regardless of power or grace. A fight for what's just and right, And if you fight, there'll be no more night.

— Curious Observer

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