Memory Lane Express

As she was on the bus, she thought about writting a book. In fact, she just wanted her tears to dry, so she thought about doing something. But as she reached for a pen, her whole body screamed of him, and it was as if that painful feeling would never go away.
She always cries on buses, no one cares, they all go on with their trips to nowhere. And nowhere is where she longs to be. She's been there so many times before that it is like home. And there, inside a beautiful box, are all the memories of lost feelings.

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