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Thursday afternoon or closer to the evening.I am not sure what the time was.I stood with my coffee like the others who await a train to take them home after their daily grind to make their daily bread. I live and I die and in-between, I work for a so-called living so that I can pay my taxes and I can pay my way and I pay my share.I was thinking about the lopsided and the unfairness which seems apparent at times. And then I stood there . . .I waited for my track to be announced so I could go home, shower, eat, exercise, sleep and then repeat the same thing the next day.I stood contemplating the days ahead of me> I considered things, like the life I have. I thought about the places I’ve been to, the life I’ve lived, and of course, I thought about the money I’ve spent. I thought about the time I’ve wasted as well as the love I gave and lost. Then I thought about the love I never deserved or the waste of energy and the wasted times and life and all the hardships and the sadness that came…

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