A Nightmare On The Bus
A Nightmare On The Bus
It was 8:43 in the morning, a dreary Monday. The lifeless atmosphere was on its way, gathering all the dark clouds to pour down the rain of misery. Not long after that, I could imagine: the rain was
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19 | Student | Language learner | Music addict ______ Decluttering my anxious headspace by writing
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