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A Year and Fourteen Days Ago


Sharing something I wrote from a year and fourteen days ago.


Most days we are strangers,

Even to ourselves.

We wear our skins and bare our sins,

But we're more than what they

Perceive us from afar.

Most days we are strangers.

We don't even know what we want,

When most of these things are

Right in front of us.

Today we chose to be strangers,

Cause it's the only way we can accept

Who we really are.

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