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Looking at my reflection from the window as the bus flashed past the trees . So did my past flash before my eyes . The coffee in a lady's hand two seats on the right side ahead of me was filling the atmosphere as I noticed how a teenage girl about my age would look at her coffee every now and then . Her face revealed that she was enjoying every bit of the sweetness as she inhaled deep and exhaled sharply .
A pregnant woman smiling every time a text message showed up every now and then . Ask me how I know . She is right beside me . She was beautiful . With blond hair and the perfect pair of dark brown eyes , holding on to her love inside her as she chuckled to every message she have received .
Snapping back to reality . I started acknowledging my favorite song "I don't wanna be loved by Miguel " I nodded to every beat giving as I let the music soak in my thoughts . As I smiled to myself . Remembering my Ex
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