I sat on the bus, alone with my thoughts but not confiding in them, an unsual formality.The melancholy hung sparingly but evidently above my heart and the voices were hushed to a murmmur. My phone no longer distracted me from the trials of my mind despite the irregular quiet. As my eyes lifted from the screen, a new perception arose, not beneficial, but new. Suddenly every thing that wandered into my gaze was a subtle and self-induced reminder of my inadequacy. The car silver car a painful reminder of all the things I couldn't change and was forced to live with, the person walking along the path, a undesireable test score. My mind let me rest but my eyes were still open.

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