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Nothing I answer, as she sighs and looks away, but if i were to say what is really on my mind, you probably would not see me again. It all comes at once, it never stops, my mind is like the station, my feelings the trains. Rush hour is infinite
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
Rush Hour
Nothing I answer, as she sighs and looks away, but if i were to say what is really on my mind, you probably would not see me again. It all comes at once, it never stops, my mind is like the station, my feelings the trains. Rush hour is infinite
A hive for my feelings, a burden for my brain. Wishing somehow i could just take it away.
cya
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
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