The Empty Bench
In the park near my home, there is an old wooden bench. I often see people sitting there, some laughing with friends, some crying quietly, some just resting.
One day, I sat there alone and felt how the same place carries so many emotions. That empty bench reminded me that life is like that — it holds both joy and pain, and both are part of being human.
By:
Jeya's Thoughts.
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