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The train near our house cried out mournfully. Screaming nooooo every day. And no one listens nobody understands. That it fears its destination. I wish I could stand up make it stop. Because the screaming hurts my heart. If it didn't stop for me, at least I wouldn't have to hear that terrible sound ever again.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
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The train near our house cried out mournfully. Screaming nooooo every day. And no one listens nobody understands. That it fears its destination. I wish I could stand up make it stop. Because the screaming hurts my heart. If it didn't stop for me, at least I wouldn't have to hear that terrible sound ever again.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
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