MR.THOMAS
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The Woman Crying at the Bus Stop Looked Just Like Me
It was a grey, chilly morning—the kind where even the wind feels tired. I was running late, again. My coffee was lukewarm, my mood colder. I had barely slept the night before, my mind restless with the usual mix of anxiety and guilt, though I couldn’t quite explain either. Life, lately, had felt like a series of to-do lists I couldn’t keep up with.
By MR.THOMAS7 months ago in Confessions








