Strangers
Today my life is angry with me but
So what, it's not as if it's the first time
After all, the pain can easily find me
As it knows that loyalty was my crime
Time turned strangers into those I call my own
As it passed however, many of my own have flown
If I could just sleep, but unlike others whose conscience appears fine
Weakness of memory is a blessing not destined to be mine
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