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04/09/18 at 11:27PM
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Poetry
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A stranger lives within me,
I know him not.
If only I could be,
That which I ought
To be, according to another,
And no, that's not the case
For it was my Mother.
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A stranger lives within me,
I know him not.
If only I could be,
That which I ought
To be, according to another,
And no, that's not the case
For it was my Mother.