I hear the whistle at the distance... the
train... it's getting closer... I should get out of this station... got to
go... this is not my place.... The sound is getting louder... my heart, my
heart is pounding, and pounding faster... it's afraid of what is coming... its imminent
demise... "I'm sorry", I said... "Got to leave you
behind"... And then I saw it... something I've never seen before... my
heart was crying... tears were coming out, with such sorrow that only a child
has... Woo-Woo!... the train... the train is here... got to get on... this is
not my place... I just got to go...
Oct. 13, 2012
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