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Stranger (Other) by feathers68

There is a stranger in my soul, she resides there with confidence, buried under miles of pain. There is a stranger in my heart, looking out at me, through pain her heart twists and carries on. There is a stranger in the mirror her name is dementia and she doesn't recognise her image and how she got old.

ThreeLittleBears 1-Nov-02/8:53 PM
barried -> buried?
Otherwise, well done.




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