Content of: To the Unknown
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08/13/24 at 02:16PM
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Life Stories - Memories
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Strangers we are,
when we are born.
Strangers still,
when our lives are worn.
I am a stranger, to myself.
I suppose that I will always be.
For I know not the answers,
About this, so called reverie.
Help me understand, what's happening to me,
For this moment; time will be set free.