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Stranger

I met a stranger at a corner of my street.

She said “Hey, there, yes, over here. Would you spare me a little of your time?

See, every single person that passes by never spares me even a look.

I am turning into stone.

I swear I am.

I am blending into this wall.

I am not asking you for much.

Stand here, by me. Just for a while.

Pretend that I am a person you know.

Pretend you took the time to come see me. Pretend that I matter. Pretend you see me. Look into my eyes, and pretend you see what I feel.

I am turning into stone. I swear I am.

I am blending into this wall.

If you could tell somebody about me today,

at least they too will know I exist.

Even if that’s all I am, at least they will know a story about the lonely stranger you met at a corner of your street.”