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The Familiar Stranger
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The Familiar Stranger

Who is this stranger standing before me and when did he become one?
We were so close at one time and at one time he was the only man in my life.
He was so warm, kind and very loving.
He would make me laugh and there was never a time I didnt feel loved.
When did things change?
When did my own father become a stranger?
When did the man I always looked up to and adore turn into a man i hardly knew?

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