Stranger

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You think you know someone but really you don’t.
You get so close to them and become best friends
After a while you get to see the real them.
You start getting in fights over stuff you never used to.
You start to not talk as much.
You don’t see each other anymore.
When you see them for the first time in a long time you only see a stranger.
A stranger I use to call my best friend.

This poem was written/submitted by Sirona Bohland.

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