i got a friend who asked me... why do i call myself a passerby...
well.. i was looking back at my life and all the happenings in my life... and realised... indeed... i am just a passerby...
i walked with the person by as the waves come or the wind came... the footprints are either washed or blown away... the person would have forgotten that i was once walking beside him or her... and i will be simply forgotten...
coz.. it doesn't matter whether i appeared before in his or her life... coz... i dun mean much...
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