Tomorrow, I’ll feel better.

I’ll smile, and laugh, and sing. I’ll run around outside, because the rain will have gone.

Tomorrow will be better.

The sun will show his face again, and we’ll pick up where we left off. He’ll reach in and pull me out of this hole I’ve fallen into.

Tomorrow will be nothing like today.

There will be no dark clouds over my head. There will be no harsh words. No worry. No stress, no fear.
There will be no reason to curl up and cry with a notebook and pen. There will be no reason I feel I can’t look people in the eye.
There will be no bone-chilling Death Cold. No reason for me not to shed this coat I wear, protecting me from the outside world.

Tomorrow, I shall call Tomorrow Today. Today I look to Tomorrow.

Too bad Tomorrow never comes.

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