His hair has grown too long, covering up the light leaking between his eyebrows. He always wears black thick-framed glasses, and is mediocre to the point of impeccability. Wearing a straight work suit on others always makes him feel a bit overwhelmed and rickety.
It seems that I have been oppressed by reality for too long, numb, isolated from the world, and without bright spots.
He stood among the crowd, but he was outside the world.
He was used to sleeping lightly against the back of the chair in front of him instead of leaning on other people's shoulders when taking the bus; he was used to not bothering others with anything, and never asked for help from others; he was used to living without him by his side as if nothing had happened...
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