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Stranger: a poem


Stranger with the same face,
Where did the one I once loved go?
I miss that friend heart wrenchingly
But that person I spoke to is not him.
He never said cutting things,
He didn’t use people to bide is time,
And seemingly vain ones at that.
I thought maybe it my own fault
for the hell that was us at the end,
But that hell wasn’t one sided,
So I won’t apologize anymore
And I’m angry at this new face,
I want my other piece back.
Not what we once were but
That connection I prayed to keep,
Which is now severed by pride.
But fuck your pride because I knew him,
I truely knew him and that’s the him I miss.
Not this superficial shell of a person.

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