Do you ever think of me?
I have no memory of you I have a name but no picture.
Do you want to find or get to know me?
I don't want to find you or know you though I am curious.
What do you do? Where do you live? Do you have a family?
I couldn't be that person to to turn up and expect to fit in.
I couldn't ruin a family who probably know nothing of me.
I often wonder what path my life would have followed if you were in my life.
My childhood would have been so diffrent.
I don't want you to feel guilty because of the things I went through. You won't even know.
Your part of me and I'm part of you but it's one of those things we will never know.
Just something I wrote on my feelings on having a very absent father.
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