funny how
someone you knew becomes someone you've never met before.don't be a stranger.
no, I haven't forgotten,
yes, I forgive you,
no, I don't miss you anymore.maybe you just don't remember,
maybe yesterday is too long ago,
maybe moving on is for the best.but when your time has come and
your heart gives out I hope that if you
remember me
you remember the good timesand forget the bad.
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Too Many Colors To Count [1ST DRAFT]
Poetry𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘, first the old and then the new. ©ᵍⁱⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵏᵉᵗᵗ ²⁰²²