Tomorrow Will Be Better
It feels like I'm standing
on the edge of a cliff
next to a calm sea
and at any moment
I could slip into the blue abyss
quietly, the water would burden my lungs
and with my last breath,
I could whisper
"Tomorrow will be better"
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