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Lifes Station
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poems make the way to end of the station
looking out and watching the world fly
but with every mommet comes a goodbye
so many faces but will i ever recall
will something i do matter even so small
far to travel but im almost there
just another memory passing me by
no time to care and dont ask why
im in a rush so dont bother me
i need to hurry im near the end if i dont ill never be.
