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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.
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