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Train is packed as usual,
with layers people standing in front of me.
It feels suffocating.
I need more space, more air,
not stale ones.

Brain is stuffed as usual,
with burden of responsibilities embedded within me.
It feels suffocating.
I need more space, more air,
not stale ones.

Am I crushed by the train or my brain?
It must be the reality.
Reality hits fast and strong,
penetrating through my body and mind.
My soul is hiding now, nowhere to be found.

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