We have never met
You do not know my heart
You have never seen my laughter
Or heard my cries.
We have never shook hands
You do not know the colours of my hair,
You have never seen these blue eyes
Or felt my touch.
In fact, you are a Stranger
In a strange land, just like me,
You are nothing to me, personally,
And yet...
You know
How it feels in the dark,
How slicing skin is a release,
How empty a smile can be.
Somehow, you know
How lonely 3am is,
How happiness dances just out of reach,
How hopeless Hope can seem.
I don't know why
I don't have an answer
But somehow you,
The Stranger,
Well...you just get it.
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