He was reminiscing about his old days, and I could not help but notice a little bit of me in him. Is this what I will be years down the road? A decent man under the circumstances? Will I be a silent witness to what goes around while wishing I could do something about it?
I could sense it. There was this hint of remorse, of regret that maybe he should have tried. Perhaps I know what future awaits me. For now, I remain a silent witness.
I could sense it. There was this hint of remorse, of regret that maybe he should have tried. Perhaps I know what future awaits me. For now, I remain a silent witness.
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