I am forever stuck on this bus. I see your eyes and it isn’t the next day that I am thinking about. It is twenty years from now that I seek. The quiet, the alone doesn’t bother me as much as what you could do to me if you get up from that cushioned seat. That fear is what stays my mouth when you smile at me. It’s okay though because I am forever stuck on this bus, and you’ll leave it soon. Just another hour and then I can sleep in my room.
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