Not Better

Sitting here in the dermatologist waiting room, there is a teenage boy with severe acne, looking pretty sad. 

I wanted to lean over to him and whisper, “Don’t worry, it gets better,” but then I remembered that I’m here to get my moles checked for cancer. 

So it doesn’t really get better…it just gets…deadlier? 

I’m going to stay quiet. 

  

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