To Whom It May Concern
To Whom It May Concern I feel so empty
inside,
my pain grows and grows but it’s so hard to
hide.
I feel like a rose with no thorn on my
stem,
my heart is so torn like a broken off tree
limb.
I cannot bare the sad songs that play on the radio
station,
so I change the channel and wait for the happy
sensation.
To Whom It May Concern ill over come my
sorrow,
and hope better things will happen tomorrow.
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