It concerns no one
To whom it may concern,
I'm dying inside
It's getting harder to hide
To whom it may concern,
I cry everynight
It's affecting my eyesight
To whom it may concern,
What I see now is horrible
On so many levels deplorable
To whom it may concern,
My wounds are deeper than anyone see
They hurt worse than anything that bleeds
To whom it may concern,
I've given up on my vigor
It's easier to pull the trigger
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