This is the train I'm riding on
You can never determine when you get on, you can only choose when you get off
The lonely ride in one car, the forsaken ride in another, the abused in another, and in the last car, I ride.
I have been here for what seems like eternity.
It seems that people come and go all the time in this car. Some stay longer than others. Some jump from the train car, others pass away from the trauma they have suffered. Some are lucky, some find a support to lean on.
I have slowly forgotten all about me. I know not my name, my family, or my childhood. I only know how I got here. It was my own fault. I should not have misjudged the distance.
This is the car of the broken hearted.
You can never determine when you get on, you can only choose when you get off
The lonely ride in one car, the forsaken ride in another, the abused in another, and in the last car, I ride.
I have been here for what seems like eternity.
It seems that people come and go all the time in this car. Some stay longer than others. Some jump from the train car, others pass away from the trauma they have suffered. Some are lucky, some find a support to lean on.
I have slowly forgotten all about me. I know not my name, my family, or my childhood. I only know how I got here. It was my own fault. I should not have misjudged the distance.
This is the car of the broken hearted.
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