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Jul 2018
I'll never get to tell you
how much rocket candy means to me,
(even though I don't care for the taste)
or how I can't quite remember your
face,
but your smile stays ingrained into
my head,
I can't tell you that I now notice,
all the times I didn't notice,
when my mum
had left me with you,
left you to raise me.
you may never know how much care.

thank you.
Qwn
Written by
Qwn  19/M/BC
(19/M/BC)   
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   Shanath
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