For me, For them

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I can't give my words a voice,

But I can give them ink.

That is more lasting, don't you think?

I might not be thought about 24/7,

But, while they read what I wrote,

I know I'm being thought about for that second.

It's fine if they forget the outside of me;

Because I know when they are reading my poem,

They'll be remembering the most important part of me.

Each time they read what they have recieved,

They'll know they were thought about.

Which is such a great feeling.

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