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I am him. He is me.

I looked at him, wondered ---

Does he ever feel the same?

He has my eyes, my nose,

my lips, my hair,

everything from me.

But I wondered,

Does he ever feel the same?

I touched him, he also touched me.

I talked, he also talked,

but I can't hear his voice.

He could predict my actions;

If I laugh, cry,

weep, and smile,

he always imitates me.

But I wondered,

Does he ever feel the same?

We are friends;

the truth and the lie.

Sometimes enemies;

but if I'll kill him, I'll die.

I wondered,

Does he ever feel the same?

I am him. He is me.

If only we exchange worlds...

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