I am you


Who I am? That is not the question, but

Who are you?

We are not different. Open your eyes, you are me.

We are the same.

Same person, same air.

We both breath, read, cry, laugh, feel.

No matter race, color, or faith.

We all are created by the same God, we agree or disagree.

I fall and then stand up, sor do you.

So whenever you ask yourself who I am, look at you, I am you.

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