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To be a Stranger

Help me

My foot is now nothing but a cast

Walking the part, talking the talk

2 seconds in the dirt, I have to ask

Help me

To be a Stranger is to be estranged 

I'm hurt, somebody should know my name

I can stretch my hand, I can dance again

So go ahead and ask

 

I won't be a stranger again

 

Cause I'm scared of the other, not the new but the other

The darkness in all my clutters

The garage I've stored, where I hide in plain sight

 

Don't be a stranger, leave me in danger, cut me with your refine

As I live in fire, like a liar in the light

I can't survive

To be a stranger today is to die,

To be a stranger today is to hide.

 

Autism Loneliness

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Nicola Beckett

Wed 14th Feb 2018 04:12

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