you’re standing in a alleyway waiting for the night bus to come trying to figure out what to do next while writing in the notebook like a diary. You turn back to the first page, you’re fingers going over a message (a list of trusted people for my snowflake to go to, R.A.B) You sigh heavily while turning your head to the speeding night bus you grab your bag and wait on the sidewalk for the bus
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