The Social Train
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Complete Sun, May 12, 2013<5 mins
Just another idea, not poem, not story kinda thing... i should really come up with a name for these :)
I listen as the music assaults my eardrums making it hard to concentrate. This is what I live for. I can go off; nothing matters, when I listen to my music. I think about nothing. I think about everything. It allows me an escape; it allows my brain to stop its incessant wine...
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