Stranger in its own skin.

Stranger in its own skin.

Who am I

to the world, to the life I use to live.

 

Who am I

to the neighbor across the street, to the woman who made me.

 

Who am I 

to everyone I've ever apologized to. For every person I've thanked.

to all the ones that have left an imprint on me.

 

Who am I 

to my lover, my hater, and my soul.

 

Who am I...

I can't seem to recall

 

ever living the life I use to live.

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