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a writing for school inspired by You
As I pass through the crowd towards the train station I can't help but think about how boring and simple life is. You do the same old things with the same old people at the same old place. Sometimes you meet someone that changes that old routine and creates a new and exciting one.
i met that someone today.
You were struggling to get on the train, like we all do, and just like the storyline of a cheesy romantic movie, I held your hand and helped you up the train. You thanked me and moved on.
But I couldn't.
I want to know everything about YOU
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