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Life was so perfect then. I used to lay peacefully on the
top shelf, watch other mates getting picked or rather they choosing people. Like
everyone else, I wished to be taken by the right person. Then one day, when you
walked in, picked me up and took me to your place. That was the happiest day of
my life. Toy’s day. I was very popular, wanted to be possessed by many but no
one other than yew got the chance.
Everything was going great. We had our good and bad times. You
loved me, spent time with me, and treated me like anything but just a toy. Then
came the day when I realized ii no more grabbed your attention. I was at the
corner, not even sure of what drove yew away. Was it someone else? Was it some
other toy? I was simply in dark.
Now gone are the days when ii wanted to be with you, when ii
thought of laying in your arms and seeing you smile at me, when ii thought of
staying with you forever. I see the world now, loud and clear. On that top
shelf, ii had a view so unclear of reality. You brought me face to face with
the cruel world. I wish ii had stayed on that shelf. I better had not come
down. I would have preferred being finished off without going through all this
rough time, without getting picked.. But nothing can be done now. All ii hope
that now you leave me in dark forever. I don’t want to be picked up one day and
humiliated in front of other species when they laugh at me while you tell them
about the times ii entertained you. Because when you’ll be done, ii know I’ll
be thrown away again. To be picked again.
And again and again.
Whichever toy keeps you happy now, ii hope he doesn’t meet
the same fate. I know one ought to get bored by one toy at a time but ii have some
hope for that toy now. Because even though you got bored of me, ii didn’t get
bored of you. I hope that toy means the same to you as you did to me. Its okay,
what happened with me though. Was meant to happen, ii guess.
After all I’m just a toy. Destined to be treated like one.
