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So somehow I find myself laying here broken, like a used puppet no one really wants any more, just discarded. Once I was loved, but toys grow old and become boring, is my puppeteer looking for a new toy to play with, never mind the feelings of this little broken doll just go out all night and play little boy, my sweet little boy.....leave me here gazing at stars that fall and bring no hope. Just leave your little toy used up and crumpled in the corner. Just make sure you don't let me out, I might just grow those wings I always dreamed of and save myself from your kind of love. So lock my cage little boy, lock it up tight so I can't be free and no one else can play with your toys. Now wake up and tell me that you love me, act like everything is okay, pet your little puppet and walk away, pretend to love me, just keep pretending, and leave me here in the corner.....yes that is your kind of love.
You are so good to your toys.