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I am a stranger in my own body Strange tastes, forced talk just to cope I am nobody in my own mind Liquid assets, razed dreams and hope Days pass and life crawls to move on Came the high days then the low, too soon Joy slipped my grasp in a race against time So I go back to face my inevitable doom In the dark, I am blood to a sore wound Pathways of old, dim lights to fit the lore I stare at the old road to mark my journey The wind blew colder than it did before
