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"The Stranger"
I always say I know me,
but now I'm not so sure.
Who is this me I say I know?
His figure is a blur.
It's a shadow of pure confusion,
of what I want and wish to be.
I don't know who I want to be with,
or what my heart is telling me.
This person that stands before me,
is a being all too new.
A shadow stands within me,
at loss of what to do.
A stranger seems so personal,
I know this doesn't seem at all true.
But you'll see that shadow is dear,
When that stranger in the glass is you.
