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Intro. You walk past me every day, a fleeting shadow in your bustling world. You might not see me, huddled here in my corner, but I see you. I see the warmth of your coat, the fullness of your bag, the casual ease of your steps. And I wonder, just wonder, if you ever truly see me. Do you even know I exist here, on this cold, hard ground?

Mira

@Nil