A Stranger Of My Face

I see him... I see her.... I see them

We look nothing alike, but act somewhat the same.We talk alike with our words, but have different names.Although I am not in danger. I don't feel them no longer as a stranger.
Those who can relate as strangers of good fights in a endless battle.
This stranger I wonder and ask myself can this be my shadow?
Not out to hurt me, but maybe to support me.
We cross in the same place with these words.
Being the way and living life the way some say it should be.
What if I am the shadow of them...Yet all of this they are saying about me.Even if this is a dream where things like this may happen.
Don't wake me...Sleeping in a new world.Gladly who knew a stranger can be so much better than those I know in reality.
Rather I discover this stranger when they come out to the surface...
Even if I find out I ran across them by faith, or if it was on purpose...
This dream and this life is my place, and I will continue to enjoy being with these friends/strangers because they have my face.
I may again have theirs. No matter what's the percentage this is
A good image....

Author's Note

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