Some truths are joyful, some hidden, some hurtful, some useful. The pain from moments we inhale, blurt the joy of moments we exhale. Yet still, we inhale, truth bitter, moments hurtful, as life insists on being useful. There will be moments that come full of pain, full of rain, full of all the ways you exhale this joyful truth, that life is still surrounded by beautiful moments that glow. Keep it.
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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