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Jul 2016
It's going to get better.
I whisper to myself as I drown myself in caffeine.
It's going to get better
I imagine stamping it on my forehead so I won't forget.
It's going to get better
I repeat once more.
It's going to get better
Maybe if I keep saying, it would eventually come true.
It's going to get better
*I know it will.
Caroline
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Caroline  Philippines
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