Girl on the Bridge

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I see my future like a waiting room in a big train station with benches and drafts.

Outside, hordes of people run by without seeing me. 

They are all in a rush.

Taking trains.

And cabs.

They have somewhere to go.

Someone to meet. 

And I sit here, waiting… for something to happen to me.

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