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The Bus MAG
My mom held my hand as we waited 
 for the bus
 This bus was not ordinary; it would take me through my life
 Fog surrounded us, hiding everything 
 from view
 Then the bus pulled from the fog, and stopped in front of me
 Mom kissed me and pushed me on; 
 the door closed and the driver told me
 Sit in seat one
 I did what he said; the seats went up to twelve, then were cut off by a thick curtain
 Every time the bus stopped, someone got 
 on and everyone moved up a seat
 Once every seat was filled with at least one person, the bus turned onto a gravel road
 Now I'm in seat five; I've learned and grown
 Then a kid got on and a teenager from seat twelve got up and got off the bus
 The bus driver said if she didn't get back on, she could never come back on
 She shook her head and other teens stepped out of the rolling fog
 They handed her a cigarette and the fog 
 engulfed them
 The bus drove on, now I'm in seat nine, 
 the bus stopped and someone got on
 But then a teen pushed through the curtain and stepped off the bus
 The bus driver told him to get on, but the teen shook his head
 Other teens again stepped out of the fog, 
 and gave the buy a bottle of beer
 He took a sip and disappeared into the fog
 Now whispers filled my head, telling me to get off the bus, explore the unknown
 I tried to ignore them, but they got louder when the bus stopped again
 The voices were screaming at me to get 
 off the bus 
 A boy from seat six climbed off the bus, 
 kids who knew him were beating on 
 the windows
 Telling him to get back on
 Again, teens came from the fog, they 
 handed him a plastic strap, which he 
 tied around his arm
 Next, they handed him a needle, he slid it 
 into his skin and emptied the contents 
 into him
 The kids on the bus beat on the windows with all their strength, but the fog engulfed him
 The bus drove on
 Now I'm in seat twelve, a step away from the curtain
 The voices were so loud that I wanted to cry
 Get off, they scream, the world is so nice 
 out here; more freedom, come join us
 The bus stops, I stand and push through 
 the curtain
 As I push in, another kid out
 I reached out and grabbed their arm
 The boy looked at me, then suddenly 
 tears spilled from his eyes and he fell 
 into my arms
 I knew what he was going through, the struggle between the voices and your will
 I lead him back through the curtain, and 
 after I turned away from the merciless voices, my life got better
 So hear what I say, if you're reading this, 
 the voices can be defeated
 Don't leave the bus, because beyond that curtain is a life you just can't give up
 Help those who tried to leave, the fog 
 beyond is full of evil; 
 Smoking, lies, killing, rape, drugs
 You're better than those who live in the fog
 Set an example
 Don't ever leave that bus.
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