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I’d rather be a stranger

Cloaked in mystery,

Ever foreign.

Living in a fairytale.


Is it love or an illusion,

Will the passion last, once satisfied?

Will life be so much less blissful,

Bonded to you,

where before I only stumbled by chance?


So when I struggle

When i lose my success,

Which covers me like an amulet

Said to ward off danger,

will I find again my soul?


I’ll cross the banks back through hell,

And find myself on the other shore.