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A Prayer To Whom It May Concern

The clouds speed along or
inch slowly.
The trees change color and
the water freezes.
Life is moving constantly,
never stopping while
I’m sitting here
thinking of the past
and watching it all blow
past my head.
To whom it may concern,
help me move on.
To whom it may concern,
I don’t know who you are but,
I need your help.
To whom it may concern,
please help me forget
what is meant to be forgotten.





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