I become a stranger
too stranger to be listened
too stranger to be noticed
in the middle of nowhere, the middle of maze
I like it
becoming lost,
Untouchable odd
The closest thing to me is the fact itself
No people saving my face, comforting my heart
No people lie
'Coz no people see me
The best of being lost
is the lost itself
I should not be afraid of being right or wrong
None of those road drive me to bad
the odd one (only) drives me into a new acceptance
a new stranger
a new perception
a new me
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