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About This Poem
The Stranger
You all know me a tortured
free soul with a postive outlook
always try to do all the right things
with a smile on my face I reflect a
happy image little would you know
I'm beaten and broken you know
my name but not my pain could
never tell I've been through the
pits of hell I'm a stranger
you might even say I'm a good
friend it would probably hurt you
to know my heart has no more
warmth to give it's as cold as
ice
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