Just a passenger.
The sound of wheels turningsqueaking, rattlinglike a praying snake.The voices of all the people crawling on my skini could sense their wanting sightbut the train goes on… There isn’t any destination for me, really,alone means alone whenever i go they all want to be methe calm and collected me,the achieved and authoritive me,but their eyes cannot see the other sideit’s full of darkness and…
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