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Crossing over the train tracks to get to where you were it wasn't that hard. I never realized all the other obstacles I had to endure until it was too late until I stopped coming over. A bridge, our high school, some shopping centers. And stoplights. So many stoplights. Sometimes, I still hear the train whistle from inside the depths of my room late at night. I wonder if you hear it too, at 10:38 p.m. on Sundays, and I wonder if you think of me. But I never go that route anymore.
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
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Crossing over the train tracks to get to where you were it wasn't that hard. I never realized all the other obstacles I had to endure until it was too late until I stopped coming over. A bridge, our high school, some shopping centers. And stoplights. So many stoplights. Sometimes, I still hear the train whistle from inside the depths of my room late at night. I wonder if you hear it too, at 10:38 p.m. on Sundays, and I wonder if you think of me. But I never go that route anymore.
jessie-6
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
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