Strange Me

A heartful experience that I cherish

Lovely moments that are made

Then I watch all of it vanish

And just watch the world begin to fade

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Stories that created my past

Hope that I hold so dear

Fairytales that were made to last

But that began my worse fear

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People expect for me to change

To lose what makes me, me

They take away my strange

And make me somebody else to see

The End

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