dear corbyn,
hey
you looked sad today.
your head was bowed low and your eyes were glued to the floor
don't do that
the sky might not always be blue and the sun might not always stick around
but hang in there
the sky turns blue and the sun rises
smile
be happy
it might just turn your sky from grey to blue
from cheese sticks :)
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𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 > 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘺𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯
Fanfiction𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 . . . in which the exchange of happy notes brought a little colour into life
