It's 12:05am. Recently I noticed something, a shared agreement. At my workplace I have a second after doing my job, it was in this second or I should say minutes, that I met the eyes of a younger me. Someone who shared my pain as I did when I was her age. She smiled, as she met my gaze and I back as in this shared idea. Her mother accompanied her, loudly speaking about every little detail she could muster of her dissatisfaction of her surroundings. I know all too well of a neurotic mother, someone who is never truly happy. I knew how this child must've grown up faster than she meant to, how she would eventually regret the misssed years of childhood she had to negate to comfort others. I knew there, that she was like me. It's strange how the world works, how it flucuates and shifts, yet shows us time and time again how similar we all are. People really are just... the same.
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