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It Gets Better

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kushamisaru

Published: Sep 15, 2013

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Listen,
Every year starts and ends with winter
There's nothing you can do about that

I know it's frustrating
To step out of your house
And see the path you just paved
Covered in snow

But please, be patient

Because the more snow you pile up,
The greener your grass will be
In the spring

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In which I am once again culturally insensitive for the sake of making a 'pretty' comparison.
south of the equator every year starts and ends with summer but that wouldn't sound as nice would it
I mean I know there's beauty in every season but come on if you had to choose a season to represent hardship which would you choose?

I guess you could say this is my second submission for suicide awareness week, but really this is just for anyone having a hard time and that needs a lift. Not everyone struggling wants to die. But they're still struggling.

My message to them is keep fighting, because it will get better.

Time isn't just a placebo.

It's a miracle cure.

EDIT: HOLY CRAP.
SO UH I JUST CASUALLY NOTICED THIS IS ON THE FRONT PAGE?
THAT'S THE FIRST TIME THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO ME WITH MY POETRY.
THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH
I LOVE YOU.