The trains keep flying past my eyes.
They keeping going faster.
While there leaving me behind
I might as well step on the tracks.
There is nothing left.
People watch and stare
as I go to my last hope.
I will travel so far,
the trains will not be able to pass me anymore...
-SJ (loser girl)
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