The Cart

Here I sit. Alone. Abandoned. Wearing away to nothing. How could it end like this? How did I even make it to here, this sand-filled place? Don’t they know water is devastating to my metal shell? And how can I possibly fulfill my purpose here? How? Why? Won’t someone come rescue me from what is sure to be my demise? Please? Please come wrap your slender digits around my handle and take me to a better place. A place with others like me, where I can frolick and play. And most importantly, someplace where I can fulfill my goals. Please come. Come and drag me from this abrasive hell. Please. Won’t you come?

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