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Stranger
I carved your name upon my eyes
Photographed your voice
You heard my torn apart goodbye
But truly had no choice
Told me that I’m burnt too thin
Diagnosed with rocks inside my shoe
Let go of what I could've been
What could've smoothed my view
I’d give up all my pocket change
To click the clock reverse
For my ashes to exchange
So I can tear up every verse
Stacks of paper wasted
By my thoughts which lack in cost
Expired pen ink tasted
I’ve never felt so lost
