Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus and it’s hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy and more than anything in the world you want to...
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I'm just not having a very good time and I don't have any reason to think it'll get anything but worse. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I feel used.
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No. You can't. And I can't do anything either, about my life, to change it, make it better, make me feel better about it. Like it better, make it work...
