To Whom It May Concern
It all gets better
When proper time is given.
Know that life is new.
Your mood is like clay
You can shape it how you like
And bend it to your will.
Choose to force it better,
Make decisions that will help,
Choose
To live
Every day.
Give up. Why give up?
Because it’s easy. Not easy.
It’s just as easy as
Lifting up your head
Raising your eyes to the sun
And embracing change.
Leave the little scars
And let them be reminders
Of what
You’ve
overcome.
Love,
Jenni
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