Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Trip Home
She doesn't recognise half the songs on her playlist. She hates people who makes skin contact with her on the crowded bus (but she can't help it, nor can she prevent it). She appears to be physically present, but she's a million miles away. She swears to take the train every Thursday. A stranger glances her way, only to see a tired teenager rather than someone who feels sad as she realises that she doesn't recognise her name anymore.
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