Hoboken Train Station InteractiveBook Project
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As the train marches out of sight, she watches her lover's window, hoping for one last rendezvous between eyes. Instead, she watches as an old lady waves a warm farewell to children who are probably her grandchildren. It seems more likely that the train would turn itself around and say goodbye that day than would her lover. It is too difficult. The pain must be overwhelming for him. He must move on. These are just a few of the excuses she develops for his actions. So, with one last glance, she decides that she must walk away. She must continue on with the life she was given. Besides, who would be left to raise their beautiful baby. Or more appropriately, HER baby.-Nick Wagaman, 19

In the distance, riding into the setting sun, my life.
The memories cutting me like a knife,
Depression swelling in my soul.
Through death, will come life.
Tears sting my eyes,
But pride prevents them from touching my cheek.
The setting sun shines on me,
But failing to warm my spirit.
There is always hope.-Jim Firios, 26

A lifetime of hardship is all that she knows.-Hilary Hertzler, 18

This invokes thoughts of sadness and at the same time new beginnings. What once was filled with excitement and life now seems desolate and tarnished, yet there is something waiting to be discovered. One tear is for all those who walk past and never see.-Jean, 51

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