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I know that time is passing as it always has. A never stopping train on a never ending track. So why does it stand still as I wait for you? A hushed and whispered click followed by a lazy sounding clack.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
Waiting At The Station