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He sat quietly, hardly noticing the scenes rushing past the window of the speeding train.
He was one of many, like sardines, they rode, absorbed by their own thoughts. Their own troubles. Pondering their lives lived in this manner.
His thoughts varied little from those around him. He felt as trapped as many did at this point in his life. Secure but unfulfilled, asking the same question all seemed to ask “Is this it? Isn’t there more to this life?
The look of resignation said it all, he was slowly dying on this train.
Somewhere behind him, someone sighed.
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Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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