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He did go quietly into the night, Restless cries met deaf ears and he still continued to fight the expectations. Time dragged, and dragged ceasing cessation until the inevitable final destination. The driver called end of the line and still he rode on, asleep; not knowing what was going on. His dreams had told him he had already missed his stop. And there was no going back.
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Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
The Ride
He did go quietly into the night, Restless cries met deaf ears and he still continued to fight the expectations. Time dragged, and dragged ceasing cessation until the inevitable final destination. The driver called end of the line and still he rode on, asleep; not knowing what was going on. His dreams had told him he had already missed his stop. And there was no going back.
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Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
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