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The Guy
The guy I think about Is not really the guy I used to know Its more like The guy i wanted him To be
Misconceptions Of what I actually wanted Can only follow
When distant I think I think differently Of when near
So where am I now ? Has all this feeling been false ? Or just exaggerated ? Or am I being skeptical here And just can't face facts ? Whatever these facts may be
Guy, what guy ? My guy or The guy
Am I right or wrong ? The one I think about is The guy, a guy, the guy I knew Just guy
6th June 2000 N.B In this poem the word "guy" is replaced with a name in the original. The reason i replaced it was that I didn't wish to reveal the identity of the person.
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