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I avoid eye contact with the pretty girl as I pass her in the street. If only I could give her a smile we may each carry a lighter heart as we walk away.
Head stuck to the scratched greasy glass I look out on the English countryside. Insides churning and calling out to be fed and a headache rumbles round my head. 5 hours and another 2 to go. Midnight will not bring me home nor peace