i know this is cliché but there are people who are thankful that you exist. they may not be vocal about it, or you're not aware of it, but from afar they are admiring your presence.
their life somehow becomes better because of your influence.
Last night, I dreamed that you all went here.
I was talking to Dannie (*not the real name*) who told me he was the one who thought of going here.
You were at a distance. Sitting there. Wearing the usual color.
Later, I was sitting alone. Then, I saw you.
You saw me.
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