11/8/2010
Writing small. Hands are cold. Phone nearly dead. Need to occupy seventeen minute freezing cold wait. No books. No inside shelter from the cold. I reach inside for something. For warmth. For distraction. For proof. For more. Seven minutes. Seven minutes until the train is coming until the train is coming in seven minutes. The train's gonna come and take me away, take me away from this cold metal space in seven minutes.
The sign next to me reads "dReAm BIG". I have seen this sign before. I made this sign. It brought be here to this cold metal space...
The train's gonna come in five minutes...in five minutes the train's gonna come. It's gonna take me from this cold metal space. It's on it's way. It's on it's way.

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