Oil Change

It was supposed to be an Oil change, nothing else.
Now I'm here, surrounded by others before me.
I'll be hopeful, I know he wouldn't have left me here for no reason.
I look around the junkyard.
I see a broken windshield, I see a flat tire, I see a shattered rear view mirror and I see an exhaustion pipe with a pretty big dent in the middle.
I've seen the others getting crushed by the trash compactor.
I won't be one of them, I know I won't, I know he'll come back for me, one day.
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Category:Cars