Whom It Concerns

February 3, 2018

To whom it may concern,

I am not perfect, but no one is.

I am not ready for what is ahead.

I am scared, of who i will become.

I am hurt, from what you have thrown my way.

I am tired of trying, tired of caring.

But i am not down for long.

I am not done.

I am not giving up.

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