If I could write and bare my soul, what would it be?
What would I say?
The truth is a listless wonder, and nothing more than the air I breathe and the steps I take..
I am late. To a meeting. God help I hate this metro. I could use the car but… Fuck it. Stay cheap I say. I might smack the kid behind me, if he keeps snorting his nose like that. When is this train going to leave?
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