Face paint.

Everything will be ok.

Because it has to be. And I shall make it so.

Tomorrow, I’ll paint on a new face and brave a new day and soothe new tears and say new things. And the sun will rise, just as it will set [for this, I am sure] and I’ll have another one under my belt.

Breathe, girl. You are stronger than these fears. You are stronger than these minor and insignificant splinters in what will soon be the history of your life.

Keep calm, carry on.

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