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Oct 2020
Do you think of me, I really think of you.
If I passed you on the street would you no it was me, I doubt I'd know you.
You gave me a name once, I never got to use yours on you.
I've grown up now, without help from you.
As you get old it's sad I won't be there for you.
I never needed you but it would have been nice to.
My favourite colour is blue and I love the sea.
Just a little something I thought you should no about me.
I will say goodbye now, even though these words you will never read.
I hope your well and I do hope you think about me.
Written by
Colin tyson  35/M
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