Neglected.
Unused.
Forgotten.
Yearning for the attention much like that given by a mother to her young.
This is the lament for the cease of progess in the descent to Hell and Back.
As other blogs flourish and grow, the trains of the subway of fun grind to a halt. Their wheels begin to rust, their mighty horns nothing but feeble squeaks.
Although, there is no pity for the lonely subway, it lies still and cold under the night sky, waiting with dwindling hope for the next passenger to board.
Who could it be?
When could it be?
Under what circumstances could it be?
Could it be?
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