The junkyard melody plays softly with a passion once felt, a long long time ago. They put you out to pasture and forgot about your past. The ticking of the clock gets louder with each passing moment. The relevancy of who you are, who you were and who you never can be; lost in the shadows of this junkyard in the city. Walk towards the discarded record player and the scratched records. Place one on the turntable and listen closely. That’s a song we used to sing. Do you remember?

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