� departing from the station � 2004-07-12 � 9:44 p.m. �
~The train for my salvation is departing from the station and he don't feel like conversation so I am talking to myself... I got nobody else... I got my bottle of booze and my stale ciagrettes down from the shelf... and I don't sing songs anymore.
I don't feel young anymore....
It's hard to conceal that these tears that I cry are for real... anymore...~
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