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Sitting on a train waiting, Looking at all the beautiful people Surrounding me with their naivety Ignorantly bypassing the sunset The way the trees frame the clouds The last glimmer of light fading Landing at a girls face Wrapped in her blanket crying Pretending not to notice the stares Trying to believe somebody cares Head in her hands listening to music Imagining worlds in which she exists As more than just another girl on a train, trying to find her way home.
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
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Sitting on a train waiting, Looking at all the beautiful people Surrounding me with their naivety Ignorantly bypassing the sunset The way the trees frame the clouds The last glimmer of light fading Landing at a girls face Wrapped in her blanket crying Pretending not to notice the stares Trying to believe somebody cares Head in her hands listening to music Imagining worlds in which she exists As more than just another girl on a train, trying to find her way home.
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
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