I'll always be that person; he who sits on the single bench far left, away from everyone.
That person you'd never take a second glance at, a "nobody".
However, as the universe revolves and glitches in the matrix, the seams of the fabric of our humanity tears ever so slightly at each revolution.
There will come a time when I will be that person you reach out to when you need something; when there is nobody for you out there, " nobody "has got you covered.
Soon as you're back on you're feet, we shall part once more.
I will still exist; but by fading as the whispering wind blows by.
Signing off,
The Sit Down Guy.
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