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the train i was supposed to take
it arrives late
i always run
my breathe always suffocates
tight space
they are all running late
people pressing to get in
each other they cannot tolerate

somedays i make it
just in time
somedays i squeeze in
making my petite body smaller

the train i was supposed to take
it arrives on time
i stand watching everyone go in
there's a small space for me
i watch the doors close
i watch it pass by

should i take the next one
or will they all just pass me by?

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