He Was Gone
One day, I sat at a bus station, feeling the weight of depression. An old man beside me seemed to sense it.
"What’s troubling you?" he asked gently.
"I see no meaning in life," I replied. "Not h...
One day, I sat at a bus station, feeling the weight of depression. An old man beside me seemed to sense it.
"What’s troubling you?" he asked gently.
"I see no meaning in life," I replied. "Not h...
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