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The thought of work hurts my mind. wish I could stay cooped up inside. Wait out this pain, Like a Train. Who's rails would bring us close.
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
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The thought of work hurts my mind. wish I could stay cooped up inside. Wait out this pain, Like a Train. Who's rails would bring us close.
So far, yet so close. So true yet so distant.
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
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