The thing about pain,
Is it wonโt last forever,
And it kills you right now,
But with time it gets better,
The thing about scars,
Is they all start to fade,
Until nothing is left,
Of the cuts that were made,
The thing about today,
Is thereโs always tomorrow,
And if you canโt find your smile,
I have one you can borrow,
The thing about help,
Is beside you it stands,
But it wonโt know its needed,
Unless you reach out your hand,
The thing about love,
Is you canโt feel its touch,
Until you let someone know,
That this world is too much.
โ Ernest Hemingway
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