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Stuck at 6:47 PM — Her Dad Sent Her Back from the End of the World
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Jun 5, 2025
Stuck at 6:47 PM — Her Dad Sent Her Back from the End of the World “What if time never moved again... except for you?” On an ordinary afternoon at Union Station, the world stopped. It was 6:47 PM—forever. No sunrises, no nights, just endless Tuesday. But one teenage girl and her father held onto hope. Trapped in a frozen world haunted by silence and shadows, she embarks on a heartbreaking journey through time, memory, and sacrifice… to find the truth—and maybe, a way back. This emotional sci-fi story will make you question reality, time, and the bond between a father and daughter. 🔔 Subscribe for more animated stories that will move your heart. #daddydaughter #emotionalstory #scifianimation #animateddrama
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what has four faces eight arms and can't
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tell time The clock tower at Union
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Station Four clocks on the tower and
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none of them run I mean what are the
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odds I peer up at the time and shade my
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eyes It's 6:47 p.m Always is always will
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be And all anyone knows is that on a
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Monday the world was a loud frantic
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place And Tuesday it wasn't Tuesday
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really the world should have ended on a
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Saturday Saturdays are fun Used to be
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anyway But no we get eternal frigin
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Tuesday afternoon where nothing changes
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ever Good news though we're not alone at
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the station A couple dozen unlucky
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stragglers were in Union Station with
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Dad and me when the big sleep I call it
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the BS stopped time 2 and 1/2 years ago
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There's a couple of amateur scientists
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trapped with us here I call the
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eggheheads Dad says to keep that name to
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myself Dad's the only thing that keeps
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me from running headlong into the subway
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tunnels where you shouldn't go There's
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monsters lurking down there Or maybe
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something worse You think we'll get
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another volunteer Tired of looking at
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the clock tower I bug Dad instead His
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eyes hide behind the smoky brown Ray-B
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bands he's owned since he was 18 He
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considers my question like it's a
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teachable moment In another world he's a
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sixth grade teacher Here he's just dad
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He rests his hand on the lifeless
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monster looming over us The hulking
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Metroink train is a rusting metal
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dinosaur guarding track 6A It can't move
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which is just fine There's nowhere to go
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Dad frowns as he peers into a vacant
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train car I expect so kiddo He grunts
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His white Dallas Cowboys jersey is too
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big for his small frame Makes him look
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like a refugee in some dingy dive bar
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But I guess when your shopping mall is
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the lost and found at the end of the
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world beggars can't be choosers Dad
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waves a hand at the train tracks and a
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light wind balloons his sleeve open I
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can see how scrawny and wrinkled his arm
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is as he affectionately pats the side of
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the train 36 mi to Clarita Plenty of
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fuel in her and she's nothing more than
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a big paper weight Dad says used to get
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almost 3 m per gallon though your actual
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mileage may vary He grins The world
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might stop but adult humor doesn't get
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funnier It just gets cornier He pulls
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his hand away and absently wipes his
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palm on his worn jeans How come we never
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have volunteers run the OC tracks Dad
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turns away and looks at the never
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setting sun hanging in the clear sky I
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want a volunteer to run the track to
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Santa Clarita Station I used to know
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someone there If you had one It comes
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out harsh More softly I add A volunteer
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Dad laughs A humorless sound Getting
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harder to find those kiddo Who can blame
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them Maybe it's our turn I blurt out Dad
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flinches Yet we don't get struck by
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lightning You and me Dad We could run
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the tracks together down to the beach
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Have a daddy daughter day I'll find a
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volunteer Santa Clarita will pan out Dad
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says ignoring me We'll get answers there
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Got a good feeling about this one Just
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because Riverside and Santa Barbara got
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gobbled up by the anomaly doesn't mean
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Santa Clarita's gone The anomaly I hate
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it when he calls it that The eggheheads
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are rubbing off on dad Not a good look
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on him Dad taught science Does it make
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him a physicist here in BS World He has
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his little experiments Sort of like
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those space probes NASA sent off into
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the solar system Only instead of
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satellites combing the universe for
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cosmic stuff Dad's probes are refugee
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volunteers he sends to run the tracks
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searching for signs of life on Earth
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beyond Union Station People probes who
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volunteer when they get sick enough of
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Forever Tuesday in a train station after
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the aliens obliterated the rest of the
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world That's my theory My competition
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says it was a nuclear error Jeez I hate
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the eggheheads Maybe we should have a
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reverse lottery I suggest If dad's going
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to ignore me why not change tactics
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Loser runs the tracks to San Clemente
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That's nice kiddo He's pretending to not
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listen There's answers out there Dad
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stares at the sun that never moves never
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rises or sets in the blue la sky in
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Santa
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Clarita Heavy sigh Dad looks like he
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could use a beer right about now If
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there any were left in the refrigerated
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cold cases in the food courtyard long
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since looted I'd happily skip down the
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tunnel and grab one for him But there's
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none left to drink Long ago sucked down
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by us Union Station captives of the BS
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Of course there's always the greenish
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spew that sputters out of the water
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fountains I don't understand dad's
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determination So far there's been seven
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volunteers who ventured out beyond the
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station after the BS Two marched out the
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front entrance beneath the four frozen
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clocks in front of Union Station our
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second day here and disappeared down
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Alamita Street Five ran the tracks one
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towards Glendale the other towards
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Ventura the rest to the east Not a
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single volunteer returned No one came
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back describing what the Big Sleep did
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with the rest of the world My opinion
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the BS wants us to find nothing It's
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highly efficient at erasing things Union
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Station is the only world left and
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that's all What about the Egghheads I
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ask They just sit around having science
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debates It's true Like what's the true
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age of the Big Bang Or where does all
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the antimatter in the universe go And if
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a neutron farts in a black hole and no
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astronauts are around to hear it does it
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make a noise That last one's mine
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actually Dad doesn't think it's funny
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But I think it's a hoot We can't force
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them to volunteer Dad says Contradicts
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the definition I stare at the back of
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his neck It's tough leather broiled a
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deep shade of burnt umber It somehow
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seems sad and makes him look vulnerable
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I'm going down I say a little too loudly
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Downstairs Dad starts looks over at me
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eyebrows raised over his sunglasses I
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shrug and add Girl stuff Um unless you
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need me here Dad shakes his head No it's
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all right kiddo You go on He chuckles I
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want to watch the sun not going down I
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consider telling him telling him what
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I'm going to do Instead I lie I'll be
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back in 15 minutes Take your time he
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says And kiddo He pauses without turning
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around I know you're sick of this this
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sorry excuse for a future My eyes well
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up and I'm grateful he has his back to
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me But I'm going to get you out of this
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place I promise I swallow a sob and
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shuffle down the ramp to the underground
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passenger transit hallway where I stop
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and look back Dad's staring after me and
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I feel a twinge of guilt in my guts I
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flash a smile and wave He nods turns
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away and I start walking I don't expect
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to run into anyone When I practically
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crash into the egghhead I nearly yelp
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Sorry A thin nasal voice squeaks out
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There's a flash of spiky ginger colored
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hair over a rail thin body The sour odor
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of sweat in my nose A pair of piercing
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blue eyes are too close to my face and I
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back up a step No problem I mumble I
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glare at him and his face crumbles The
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egghehead turns and practically runs
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down the tunnel I watch to make sure he
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doesn't stick around I'm glad I do when
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he stops Do you miss the people His
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voice bounces off the concrete walls of
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the tunnel What I don't have the
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patience for this so my voice comes out
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pinched People I miss people My friends
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family Don't you miss the people You
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know your friends from school your mom
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We might end up living forever like this
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Be nice to have the people we love here
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don't you think I want to march over to
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him reach out and grab him by his
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chicken neck and shout in his face "I do
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have someone I love here dumbass." But I
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just roll my eyes and laugh Who the hell
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wants to live forever The egggh throws
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me a funny look Then he shrugs turns and
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pads off down the hall When he's just a
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dot at the end of the tunnel I breath a
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sigh of relief Don't you miss the people
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What a stupid question Before I make the
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walk to the connecting ramp leading up
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to track 10B I stop and glance east
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towards the subway station near the old
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busted up aquarium The fish were scooped
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out and eaten in the first days of the
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BS Now no one crunches over the broken
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glass to visit the dirty mosscovered
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mosaics there or stare at the shattered
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remains of the aquarium Nobody braves
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the red purple line across the way It's
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best to avoid the subway tunnels once
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connecting LA County like giant arteries
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snaking across the region I shiver when
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the subway calls to me Maybe the ghosts
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are warning me off my plan Move A loud
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voice in my head shouts at me and I bolt
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Gray concrete walls flash past as I run
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All thoughts of empty haunted subways
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flicker and fade in my mad dash I
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skitter to a stop under a shiny white
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clock bulging from a wall near the
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platform tunnel
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6:47 p.m It laughs down at me Suck it I
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hiss at the frozen face Embarrassed I
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glance around but no one's here The
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tunnel is just one more ghost town and
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I'm the only ghost haunting it When I
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emerge on platform 10b dad's there
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waiting for me I can't say why but I'm
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not surprised You weren't going to say
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goodbye kiddo He whispers his voice I
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smile weakly and shrug You were right
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This time he's the one holding back
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tears It's our turn And by our I mean
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your turn I can't go with you kiddo I
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know I'm whispering If I speak louder I
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might break in too I want to collapse
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into a pile of broken memories and
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forgotten smiles But there's a hissing
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sound in my ears and I wonder if it's my
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will draining out of me Thankfully Dad's
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voice reaches me I have something for
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you I watch him pull some folded up
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papers from his back pocket One is a map
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of Los Angeles I see the words Orange
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County on another He holds them out like
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he's Prometheus offering mankind a
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bundle of burning sticks Thanks Dad I
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shake my head Not sure why but I don't
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need them I expect him to argue with me
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but he doesn't Neither of us seems to
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want to make a big deal out of saying
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goodbye Just a quick awkward hug and I
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pull away from the embrace But dad drags
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me back Clings desperately to me shaking
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like he's the child and I'm the parent
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his breath hot on my neck when he
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whispers in my ear "Tell your mother I
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love her kiddo." I can only nod and step
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back This time he lets me go I look over
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my shoulder only once Dad's already
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fading A dark smudge on a murky platform
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A lonely outline beneath a sun forever
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stuck on 6:47 PST Frozen skies Abandoned
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cars on the freeways Scarecrow trees
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dying from lack of rainwater Uninhabited
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houses with empty windows Vacant parks
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and abandoned schoolyards Strange
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monuments from a dead ancient world This
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is the scenery as I run the tracks south
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Days pass maybe years or decades I'm not
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hungry not thirsty or tired I don't take
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breaks to pee behind dead bushes or
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under leafless trees I don't stop to
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wonder why there's no bodily functions
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to attend to I just walk the track south
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I'm a homing pigeon on autopilot I know
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exactly where I'm going even if the
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journeys on rinse and repeat until it
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isn't I can only describe the change as
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the world suddenly starting to melt in
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slow motion Solids turn to gel as
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everything dissolves into wet golden
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buttery blobs under a disintegrating sky
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Everything but the train tracks The big
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sleep is wounded It's softening as
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everything is turning into butter I
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should be afraid I want to feel afraid
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But instead reality dissolving is just
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one more irony It gives me a sense of
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satisfaction It's a stab in the heart of
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the big sleep and I'm dad's knife I may
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melt away but I'm taking monster with me
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Something down the tracks flashes I
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squint and make out a green shape rising
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from the buttery gold fuzziness
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surrounding the rails I don't want to
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see it I want to fade away Let the BS
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make a permanent memory of me But then
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the shape on the tracks solidifies It's
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a car Twin headlight beams at the front
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end punch through the butter Red lights
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are waxy Smoldering cherries at the rear
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Dad's old
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1,972 Ford Galaxy 500 station wagon And
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it's here somewhere Nowhere For a split
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second I'm 13 again I'm in the back seat
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drawing Toro in my sketch pad Mom's back
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at home and dad and I are on our annual
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daddyaughter trip to San Clemente The
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clock on the dashboard leers at me
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6:47 I relive the horror as fierce white
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hot eyes smash through the side windows
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of dad's old clunker An elephantine horn
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trumpets at Dad Get off the tracks The
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shrill ding-dinging of the crossing sign
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The last sound I remember Then total
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darkness follows A slow rhythmic hisses
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underneath it I feel pressure
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Bonewrenching pressure pushes down on me
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from every direction I scream silently
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and the hissing abruptly stops Curious I
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stop screaming Somehow the hissing's
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absence leaves a hole in me Why is that
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happening A voice A woman is speaking
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Soft gentle familiar full of grace
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filled up with tears I I don't know A
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second woman Professional perplexed I'll
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call the doctor she says The voices grow
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louder stronger right next to me This
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isn't right The ventilator I turned it
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What are you saying The familiar voice
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is frantic She's shouting without
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warning Bells explode all around me I
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moan as the pain rushes back Do
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something The woman is beside herself
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wailing Help her Mom There's a rustle of
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fabric then a sharp jab in my arm The
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pressure lifts and I'm spirited away
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from the pain When I wake the second
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time the hospital room is dark Someone's
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closed the shades the lights are down
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Mom is slumped sideways in a chair next
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to my bed knees drawn up under her arms
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eyes closed lips slightly parted Her
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breathing is deep exhausted She looks
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like she hasn't combed her hair in weeks
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She's absolutely beautiful I raise my
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head feel a wave of pain suggesting I
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reconsider I settle back and watch mom
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breath in the dark with time to think I
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wonder what day it is I don't wonder
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where dad is I already know There's a
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clock on the wall not far from the TV
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Some animal show is on though the sound
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is off The clock smiles down from its
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perch 1 26
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afternoon Either is fine as long as it
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isn't
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6:47 Through blurred eyes I find a
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whiteboard near the window Date printed
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in precise blue marker letters September
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4th
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2018 Exactly 2 and 1/2 years since my
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very last daddy daughter trip to San
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Clemente Casey Mom's voice is tired and
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slurred but awake She's at my side
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leaning towards me her chin on her hands
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fingers curled under like a praying
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mantis eyes bright gray and wide "Hi
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Mom." I croak "Oh Casey." Mom reaches
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out and gently rests her fingers on my
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arm She's sobbing repeating my name over
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and as a tiger silently chases an
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antelope on the TV There's long months
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filled with smiles and tears and pain
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pills loads of therapy It takes some
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time but I learn to walk again When I
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force mom to take me to Rose Hills one
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late afternoon we share teary eyed
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memories of dad at his graveside We
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don't talk about the fact that I
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shouldn't be alive DNRs or lights at the
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end of a tunnel We just lay in silence
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on a blanket in the cool freshly moaned
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grass amidst a maze of gray headstones A
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wispy layer of smog hangs in the late
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afternoon sky It lends it a reddish glow
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Cars whoosh by on the freeway below
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almost drowning out the chittering of
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birds Voices of mourers nearby carry on
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the wind And I recall the silence of the
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big sleep Do you remember it Mom asks
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The accident I mean Very little I
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whisper I want to tell her about Union
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Station about everything that happened
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or didn't happen there How hard dad
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worked to get me back home But I don't
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say anything about any of it Instead I
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give her dad's message and mom pretends
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I don't sound crazy I glance down at the
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brand new smartwatch mom gave me for my
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16th birthday last week but it's dead I
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must have forgotten to charge