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As you walk towards the vehicle you first come to see its rusted face. It attempts to smile at you, but its rusted countenance fails to show you the once chrome and polished grill. Its eyes the size of a large grapefruit looks depressingly ahead, forever staring at the barn wall. Old rain drops are gathered at the bottom rim of the lights, giving the car a chance to cry and release its pain, but these eyes never shed a tear. The grill tries to stretch up, attempting to hide the hood that is covered with old bird feces. Failing to do so, the face finally shrinks down in shame to reveal the rest of the car. As you walk by the hood you come to see the cracked and dusty windshield. The top down, you see the interior’s moldy and discolored seats. Hardly ever sat on, they collect leaves and dirt from seasons gone by and, after seeing claw marks that have torn up the seats; you wonder how many animals have slept in there. Walking by the doors you notice that the some of the handles have fallen off and you see them near the car (you almost crushed one by stepping on it), trying to escape, trying to detach themselves from their old pitiful owner. As you near towards the end of the car you see that a tire is flat. The tire, too exhausted from its inflating pride, was the last to give in and had sunk low, long after the rest of the car had given up. This car had seen better days in the past. But now it had forgotten that past, just as everything else has forgotten it. Its past has been erased from its appearance and its future was falling apart. You walk past the car and you keep on walking. Never slowing down.

Description
As you walk towards the vehicle you first come to see its rusted face. It attempts to smile at you, but its rusted countenance fails to show you the once chrome and polished grill. Its eyes the size of a large grapefruit looks depressingly ahead, forever staring at the barn wall. Old rain drops are gathered at the bottom rim of the lights, giving the car a chance to cry and release its pain, but these eyes never shed a tear. The grill tries to stretch up, attempting to hide the hood that is covered with old bird feces. Failing to do so, the face finally shrinks down in shame to reveal the rest of the car. As you walk by the hood you come to see the cracked and dusty windshield. The top down, you see the interior’s moldy and discolored seats. Hardly ever sat on, they collect leaves and dirt from seasons gone by and, after seeing claw marks that have torn up the seats; you wonder how many animals have slept in there. Walking by the doors you notice that the some of the handles have fallen off and you see them near the car (you almost crushed one by stepping on it), trying to escape, trying to detach themselves from their old pitiful owner. As you near towards the end of the car you see that a tire is flat. The tire, too exhausted from its inflating pride, was the last to give in and had sunk low, long after the rest of the car had given up. This car had seen better days in the past. But now it had forgotten that past, just as everything else has forgotten it. Its past has been erased from its appearance and its future was falling apart. You walk past the car and you keep on walking. Never slowing down.