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i have let my life pass me by without asking for a                                                     stop. the bus — crowded with hardened men crying, helpless children laughing, graceful women drifting — doesn’t                                                     stop. every light glimmers by—green— illuminating my path to growth, but my red hair red blood red heart ignite the invite to                                                     stop. so i pull the cord i interrupt the glares i stumble out of the bustling confusion i light onto solid ground and i, beamingly, ask myself if this is a                                                     stop                                                                or a start
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
first stop
i have let my life pass me by without asking for a                                                     stop. the bus — crowded with hardened men crying, helpless children laughing, graceful women drifting — doesn’t                                                     stop. every light glimmers by—green— illuminating my path to growth, but my red hair red blood red heart ignite the invite to                                                     stop. so i pull the cord i interrupt the glares i stumble out of the bustling confusion i light onto solid ground and i, beamingly, ask myself if this is a                                                     stop                                                                or a start
#stop#start#life#busstop#living#rest
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micaelagrace
30/F/american
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
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