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Oct 2016
If I had a bus that promised comfort for all
And a ticket for each and every one of you
And said we'll leave tonight
For where, I don't rightly know, but we will just drive for the sake of being anywhere but here.
If I promised you that at some point we will reach out destinations,
I wonder,
Just how many of you would punch your ticket...
I would so very much rather be anywhere than standing here with my thoughts running awry.
Ryan Hoysan
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Ryan Hoysan  25/M/Bethlehem, Pa
(25/M/Bethlehem, Pa)   
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