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I heard that the coolest kid in the room didn't have any friends.
That kid's always here, but you just never notice them.
They always sat at the back, never saying anything.
Their names on the attendance were messes of mispronounced letters and alphabetical silence.
Silence.
Simply existing was like scribbling on forgotten slips of fading memories.
They are the manifestation of silent thinkers and quiet souls.
They're always here.

But you just never notice them.

One day, the world will come crashing down like tidal waves in a summer storm. Brick by brick, that forest fire of burning memories will leave nothing standing.
But I will be there to watch the sunset.
And I hope that you'll be there to watch it with me.