We are all one.
All the faces, all the lives.
All the tears, all the smiles.
We are all one.
You pass a stranger on the street and wonder about the life they lead,
the people they love,
the talents they have,
the things they do.
What if you were in their shoes?
This stranger on the street, this shadow in the light of your life.
They are just like you.
This stranger on the street has dreams, passions, lovers, family, and hope.
We are all one.
Everyone is different.
But, all connected.
Our differences bring us together.
We are all one.
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