I've only ever owned one car in my life, when I was eighteen. But the driving began to interfere with my drinking and it started to fall apart so I got rid of it. It wasn't the most beautiful of cars, an Opel Kadet, I beleive, but it got me and my friends to party's and concerts for a while.
I only got money for scrap !!!!!
Everything still looked really good from the outside but everything was rotting away from the inside. Out.
And so it goes. Such is life.
I'm not looking forward to my next dentists appointment.
But apart from the dental problems, of which I have no idea, it all looks pretty good from the outside, ( for my age,) but I realise there are things going on within. A twitch here, an ache there........
I can't buy a new one and reperation is still only a temporary reprieve of the inevertable. ( Conclusion.)
And it's much the same with love.
Still in love but not sure of reperation.
There is no cure.
The scrapheap beckons.
Wishfull Thinking.
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