Here I am. Living on the edge.
Every day I watch the trains passing by. Trains filled with people, filled with life. Filled with laughter, happiness, hope, sorrows, illness, grief.
They come and go. Eight times a day. Minutes become hours. Hours become days.
I'm no longer part of it. My life is almost done.
Solely watching this daily motion makes my own life's stagnation bearable.
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