He sits quietly, his head down so as not to cause problems with his most-noticeable presence. A group to which he used to belong no longer wants him. Yet, he sits among them like old times. He fights to hold his tongue while the group struggles to find direction, consistency and the ability to better themselves.
It tortures him to realize how much they need him but refuse his services. Not surprisingly, he is largely ignored and the few times he speaks, his stare stays fixated on an imperfection in the table.
He never wanted this.
Never expected this.
He would give a lot to make it right, but realizes that's just how it goes sometimes. While one can never set foot in the flowing water of a river twice, one can step into the same place in the river and see similar surroundings.
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I like this story..it seems to describe a lot of the people I see sitting in the union.bp
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That sucks. I mean, great writing! Yay! But I know what you mean, and that sucks.
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