In my darkest days
When suicide
Through some enormous misfortune
Seem the logical choice
I wish someone
Had said to me
What I know now
That it gets better
That all things pass
And weathering the storm
Will only make you stronger
And yes I believe
In the right to choose
Bit I wish someone
Had told Rowan from Perth
That better days were ahead
Things may get worse
Before they get better
But if I knew that these days
In all their imperfection
Would come to pass
I never would have
Given it a second thought
It gets better
High Seas Clothing 
Lovely way to deliver a message without sounding the same as everyone else.
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