People always leave,
Like buses we come and
go
We move on to the next
stop
Determined by society.
The briefest exchange
leaving a mark on us
Will we travel to that
place again?
See the same sights on
our travels
Or are we destined to
finish our route alone
empty
Maybe we will cross
paths again,
Number 7 and number 24
Until then we will
travel aimlessly
To stops in which are
pre-destinate
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