
How many have chosen me.
How many have left me behind.
How many have I been loyal to.
Yet to how many was I just a tool.
How many compete everyday to be
The master I bow to.
It has taken me a decade to learn not to
Be the toy for people to play with
But now that I have learned
I might never find a friend again.
But I will never be a toy again..
very well written! π
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Thank you!
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My pleasure! π
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