Il Va Mieux (It Gets Better) - Poem by Tamara Moir
This time it's over,
I'm keeping my heart,
I'm going to be strong and not fall apart..
It'll get better,
I'll no longer cry..
In a couple of weeks,
I won't want to die,
I won't want to go back,
I'll be able to sleep,
It won't hurt so bad and,
It won't feel so deep.
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