Suicidal

November 10, 2011
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The hot sun stared at me as I walked into the station, a hurried flash of hair runs, gray suitcase constantly hitting her side, tripping over untied shoelaces, falling over people as she sprints, across the platform, gray train heard roaring in the distance, despair and insanity written on her face with feverish eyes and disheveled clothes – chattering voices, loud voices, darting eyes as she runs onto the tracks, shooting arms attempt to catch as she falls into the light, into the screeching roar of the artificial monster and the cries of misery as the hurried flash of hair falls under.





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