I walk along these train tracks, still trying to figure out why I am. It seems that these tracks go on forever, since it seems I have been walking for hours and I feel something slippery under my feet and smell the rusty odor of blood. Every once in a while, I'll look down and admired my pure white dress that I have on, with ruffles at the bottom of it. A pair white of high-heel shoes(though short high-heel shoes) dangle in my hand as I continue to balance my way along the tracks. As the wind blows, cherry blossom petals drift in the wind, dancing in the air. Then, I heard a distant train, though it seemed to be about a mile away. I stopped dead in my tracks, wondering what I should do. Should I jump of the tracks? I asked myself, as I heard the train coming closer, or should I just stay on, since I am walking on these train tracks for nothing. I gave a big smile and open my arms to my sides and closed my eyes. Soon, I heard the train right in front of me, I felt my breath getting swept away with the wind and cherry blossom petals.
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