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This is my model 3. As a petrol head who loves cars this is very compelling and so fun. I prefer it to our Mercedes s class! We didn’t get Porsche taycan as I haven’t heard good things. The colour matches our mansion

• We bought it through our company so you wipe off 25% corporation tax, an accountant told us.
• A full charge costs like 3£. We’re rich ASF anyway but it’s nice to save money. Compared to a Mercedes you save 6000£ over 50,000miles. Maintenance is also a lot cheaper
• Built in tracker, dash cam and sentry mode which records suspicious activity works great
• Instant torque (acceleration) great when you’re debating whether to jump at amber light 🚦it is rapid + so smooth
• It’s a toy packed with features, heat your car/seats and de frost your car from your bed.
• The speaker system is great with many speakers. No need for key as detects your phone is close.
• Parking is too easy, you only look at the screen and see the birds eye view.
• It’s safety record is on par with Mercedes, better crash safety with low centre of gravity and less likely to explode then conventional combustion engines.
• The infotainment system is great and I like the minimalist design
• It reduces the overall carbon footprint by 95%. Lower emissions to manufacture too

Yeah I love it, may get another one as my parents like it. My other friend wants to get one now.

"Finding My Voice"

I wake up every morning, but the world is still so loud.

I see their eyes are staring; I see their heads in clouds.

They whisper when they see me like I’m less than who I am.

But they don’t know the silence, and they don’t understand

I longed to hear the laughter, but it fades before it starts.

The voices that they mock me with, they tear apart my heart.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

I wish I could be spoken to; I wish they’d see my face and not the shadow of my sorrow or the emptiness at chase.

They smile, they laugh, they speak their truths, but they forget my soul.

Then I’m just like them inside, just trying to be whole.

I see them turn away from me; I feel the stare of scorn, but all I want is to be seen, to feel I’m not for

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

In the quiet of my world, I hear nothing but the lies of people who don’t understand the love that I can’t disguise.

I’m reaching for connection, but my hands are pushed away; all I wanted was for someone to stay.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

So I’ll keep on walking though my heart may break, and maybe one day they’ll see me for my soul's sake.

In my silence, I’ll rise… I’ll find my own way, and maybe then they’ll hear what I couldn’t say.

Oooohhhhh