The Lonely Lives Of Bus Stop Benches

Bus stop benches are sad and lonely places. People rarely smile. People waiting for buses have dead blank eyes. Maybe they are already dead its just the body which is commuting.

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The Lonely Lives Of Bus Stop Benches
Bus stop benches are sad and lonely places. People rarely smile. People waiting for buses have dead blank eyes. Maybe they are already dead its just the body which is commuting.
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The Lonely Lives Of Bus Stop Benches

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The Lonely Lives Of Bus Stop Benches

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One Home for All Purchases

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Awkward poet and a perpetual day dreamer

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Notes On Grief: Part 1

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City By Night

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Things you should do when this is over.

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