don't look!

Ah, the allure of a train wreck.

I know I won't like what I see, but I creep up to the scene as close as I can get.

At the end of the day, I return to see what remains. Over time, the damage is covered, the tracks rebuilt. The scars never disappear; these wounds draw me near again and again.

I've walked away whole, alive, but everything's changed. Some trains I still board. Others I view from afar and wonder what went so wrong. But still I return to look.

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