I found a piece of your hair on a sweater
I haven’t worn since last winter
Where do I begin when all I see are endings?
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Anonymous asked: After endless traumatic experiences from standing inside the train, I felt anxious when I entered but found no available seat. I felt a sudden mix of extreme emotions and couldn't help but glare at those men who were seated comfortably, trying to avoid the sharp glares from other women who couldn't find seats as well. I almost jumped when I felt someone pat my shoulder. Thankfully, it was a lady who kindly offered me the seat beside her. I'd really like to thank her properly for saving me. :)