The Dark


My name is Morgan I used to be ten.
I turned eleven and lots of things have changed then.
It get harder, times will get darker.
But it gets better,
because after horrible weather,
the sun shines through and you will too.
That's when you learn to trust you heart.
After you've been through the worst part,
the dark,
you will see the light come through,
because it is coming for you.

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