Dear Stranger(s),
I see you everyday. I pass you in the halls. I look you in the eyes. Sometimes I even stand right by you. I secretly wonder how you're doing. What you're going through. Where you come from. What you do for fun. And most important, if you know Christ. And before I can even work up the courage to say a word, we look at each other and smile as we part ways. And as I walk I feel sad.. wondering if I'll ever see you again. Knowing that I probably wont. I then start to miss you, stranger(s).
Sincerely,
Another Stranger.
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