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this tuesday morning (Concrete) by teacup

The street shines with the winter rain Each splashing puddle mocks my pain. I want to dash out of this place But I know I'm losing this race. The sky scowls and I want to cry In this bus stop I think I'll die.

blurryphotograph 10-Jan-03/5:56 PM
mmm...i like this. images that i can relate too.

don't you hate standing at the bus stop in the rain?




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