Going Nowhere Train
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Last published Sat, Nov 21, 2015
Thousands of us, packed into one train. The air shifted and spluttered around the corridors and carriages. None of the children knew where we were going, and tears made it difficult for the majority of us to see where we were.
As the scenery changed, so did our lives, and when we disembarked to a suburban town, we began a new one. Me and thousands of children across the country.
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