In flashes, like a shadow dragged by misfortunes
She sat quietly, wondering what just happened
So quiet, that she could hear her own thoughts
Or not? Were they actually hers?
She didn't know
Competing a full-speed train, her mind rushed unwillingly fast
For every moments passed, she didn't know why she was here
Hollow, she was
And what could possibly be the meaning of life, but a passion to survive?
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