A plagiarism, as if a book already written. Same story, just a different face, a different name. I hurt, and am hurt, I forgive and am forgiven.
I seek for truth in the world as many have before me. I Look in the same places and come to the same conclusions as some. Disagree with others.
I ask Myself how this can be, all the same evidence but different interpretations, or avoidance's of what is, isn't, or could be.
Am I already written? Is my future destined to be a part of yours? Or is it promised to be apart from the path written for you.
What is the plagiarism that has been determined for me? Where will it take me? What else should I ask? What else should I say?
Shall I attempt to rewrite and strive for originality, attempt to discover new truths, create a path void of previous footsteps?