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To him, I was a toy  
Thrown about  
Ripped apart  
Fucking me up  
He tucked me away  
Somewhere he'd never forget
And still today  
Hidden under lock and key  
Behind the cabinets  
Of his happy memories  
Kept well brushed and groomed  
Well used  
Sits his favorite toy  
Most entertaining  
 
To her, I was a pillow  
A punching bag  
Thrashed between white knuckles  
A fragile, tiny leaf in the wind  
About to be crushed  
By dirty feet  
She shouted  
She mocked me
But under a troubled smile  
She was the devil  
With beaming blue eyes  
Her accent coated the breath of a liar  
She was satisfied with me
Most entertaining  
 
Who am I to them?
An object? A thing?
Something memorable  
Making them happy
But I have left them with that
Every last thought  
Sitting, waiting, watching  
For their turn to strike  
A gift from me
For your entertainment
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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