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watching the trains rush by, reaching for a stranger's hand to keep your balance, checking if your mind is still intact. did something happen last night? you know it was loud and suffocating, you were out of breath, self-medicating, catching the residual smoke from someone else's exhales. you don't feel like being called out for every little invasion you suppressed, so you take a step forward; the platform is almost empty at this hour. grasping at another passenger's clothes, up the moving steps, counting blocks, you'll be back to try again another time. wondering if someone might catch you, watching the trains rush by.
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Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
rush by
watching the trains rush by, reaching for a stranger's hand to keep your balance, checking if your mind is still intact. did something happen last night? you know it was loud and suffocating, you were out of breath, self-medicating, catching the residual smoke from someone else's exhales. you don't feel like being called out for every little invasion you suppressed, so you take a step forward; the platform is almost empty at this hour. grasping at another passenger's clothes, up the moving steps, counting blocks, you'll be back to try again another time. wondering if someone might catch you, watching the trains rush by.
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Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
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