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A bud of mine helped me create a mighty steam train from the scrap we found in my existence he says I will need it soon enough when my life is back on track We built it strong enough to keep going once the brakes were off to slam through any obstructions that might be getting in the way The funnel is in black gloss while the rest is a forest green the wheels are red and shiny the pistons sparkling in the weak sun light It's meant to carry me for the rest of my days before I am derailed again until then it will do its job once I have my life back on track