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Corrosion

Corrosion I live in state of decay all around me I see metal fatigue, my car will not start and my heart is tired of beating everyday without a rest, or and app that can take over for a few days. A new battery for the car, but it still breaks down things fall off. A new heart? Not for one who has diabetes and is already old Demanding too much, scramble up the mountain of life, and short of breath. At the garage a man dressed in oily overall, and a listening device in his hand shakes his head, Rust on the bonnet, a ulcer that can´t be spray painted. Give it to the scrap dealer, he says Is he talking about me?

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