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The first few steps were the easiest. Then each following step, I felt tired and my strength only felt more limited as I became more determined to take the easier route home. As I boarded the seemingly lonely train, I stepped up into the hallway of the poorly lit car. I sat myself down on a slightly cushioned piece of plastic next to the window. I closed my eyes and felt the train start to move which made me jerk a little bit forward. I knew what I was going to see out of that window. Out of ...

The first few steps, were the easiest. Each step afterward, I felt more tired and my strength only felt more limited as I became more determined to take the easier route home. As I boarded the seemingly lonely train, I stepped up into the hallway of the poorly lit car. I sat myself down on a slightly cushioned piece of plastic next to the window. I closed my eyes and felt the train jerk and start to move. I knew what I was going to see out of that window. Out of that rusted framed glass, past...

The first few steps, were the easiest. Each step afterward, I felt more tired and my strength only felt more limited as I became more determined to take the easier route home. As I boarded the seemingly lonely train, I stepped up into the hallway of the poorly lit car. I sat myself down on a slightly cushioned piece of plastic next to the window. I closed my eyes and felt the train jerk and start to move. I knew what I was going to see out of that window. Out of that rusted framed glass, past...

The tired infant on his boat made of clay sailed out in deep purple seas his first day. The first thing he did was shake the ground, So his mama put him on a boat to go around. But poor baby he's still, so hopelessly, yelling. And the Ocean is drowning in his infinite crying. Our little infant remorsing the loss of his sweet sanctuary Trying to find something as soft or as lovely. He doesn't know anything but the hunger that penetrated him from birth. But satisfaction for this specific need o...

The first few steps, were the easiest. Each step afterward, I felt more tired and my strength only felt more limited as I became more determined to take the easier route home. As I boarded the seemingly lonely train, I stepped up into the hallway of the poorly lit car. I sat myself down on a slightly cushioned piece of plastic next to the window. I closed my eyes and felt the train jerk and start to move. I knew what I was going to see out of that window. Out of that rusted framed glass, past...