Ordinary
I’ve seen them.
They watch you when your back is turned.
Some of them you call friends, some are no more than strangers to you.
You work in a coffee shop. Drain, push, pull. That’s your daily routine.
Drain, push, pull. The routine of an ordinary girl.
But you’re not ordinary at all. You don’t know it yet but you’re hope. You could save the lot of us. The destiny of earth lies in your hands. Hands that can do so much more than operating a coffee machine.
I’ve seen them. They watch you when your back is turned.
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