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The stranger


	I’m standing at the sink My razor begins to drink My hand twitches The razor flinches Here I am glazing in this mirror I stare and stare but all I see is this stranger This stranger appears to be alone and confused And ashamed of all the abused. She tries everyday to hide all her shame As everyday she has more fame But still continues to have the blame Just like a flame She burns until there is no shame And you ask why is she ashamed And all I can say is I’m that stranger who had so many failures *Written by oscarmayerpunk* Submitted by oscarmayerpunk

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