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There are so many people that people become commonplace
It is normal to walk past more people in a day than you will ever meet in your lifetime.
I long for people to be cherished
Each person a possibility
Each one new and fascinating
So I sit in my room
Scared of the people
Their noise
Their smell
The way they ignore everyone
Like they're on a ship in the middle of the ocean. The 'other' people are water. Bouying them towards their goal. Silent witnesses to their journey.
There's so much water I can only run my fingers through it. I can't pick up each drop and find out its journey.
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