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This started out as a joke. Everything I've ever seen is piled on top of my back. Suddenly you're here and I know you're going to drag me around like a wagon. Problem is, I only have axles; my tires wore out a long time ago. I'm only fifteen. I'm going to erode slowly and your muscles will snap like elastics. It doesn't matter how much you lift, I'm much too heavy to carry. Gravity can't even control me. Spend your money on a new car instead of a worn down one with a ripped leather interior and a radio that skips every second word. Please don't waste your time being my tow truck.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
do you even lift?
This started out as a joke. Everything I've ever seen is piled on top of my back. Suddenly you're here and I know you're going to drag me around like a wagon. Problem is, I only have axles; my tires wore out a long time ago. I'm only fifteen. I'm going to erode slowly and your muscles will snap like elastics. It doesn't matter how much you lift, I'm much too heavy to carry. Gravity can't even control me. Spend your money on a new car instead of a worn down one with a ripped leather interior and a radio that skips every second word. Please don't waste your time being my tow truck.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
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