Talk With a Stranger

Hello.
Good afternoon.
Have you always lived here?
Ever since I remember.
Is it hard to be here, to wake up in this place?
I am used to it.
I don't think i could handle it.
After having the same routine everyday,
your mind goes numb,
all we do is think.
I would miss my family, friends, and life.
Something just happen and you can't control it.
Well I must go.
You know where to find me.
Good by stranger.
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I know...it's not the best. It's called a "dialogue" poem