On your darkest days,
I hope you think of:
this poem
these words.
And on your darkest days,
I hope you think of:
your life
your worth.
I beg you to think
before you act.
I beg you to look up,
notice the sky,
the flowers,
the raindrops on your skin.
Know without the rain,
there can be no flowers.
I beg you to believe me
when I say
it gets better.
It'll never be happiness
the 24/7
but believe me
when I say
It
Gets
Better.
Thank you so much for the beautiful poem. (:
P.S.: Life is never the same. It's like the seasons of a year. There will be thirst, rain, cold, happiness, dark and light. But never forget that when you in the rough shades of life, it will always get better.
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