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Sitting here quietly, up on the shelf, A dusty old toy, sitting all by itself. Showing a smile in hopes for some play, But the prettier toys are up on display. New toys get chosen, all bright and new. The fault's all mine, not theirs, not you. A toy that's just common, not special, not great. The toy that's only ever second rate. Good toys don't cry and don't ever complain, Their stitched-on smiles shall never show pain. They wait their turn, and that they understand, That they don't deserve to be given a hand. The toy shelf is full, so find your own place, A dumb toy like me shouldn't be taking up space. If I were gone, I know that it's true, The shelf would be better off without me too.
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC
Toy Shelf
Sitting here quietly, up on the shelf, A dusty old toy, sitting all by itself. Showing a smile in hopes for some play, But the prettier toys are up on display. New toys get chosen, all bright and new. The fault's all mine, not theirs, not you. A toy that's just common, not special, not great. The toy that's only ever second rate. Good toys don't cry and don't ever complain, Their stitched-on smiles shall never show pain. They wait their turn, and that they understand, That they don't deserve to be given a hand. The toy shelf is full, so find your own place, A dumb toy like me shouldn't be taking up space. If I were gone, I know that it's true, The shelf would be better off without me too.
Chalse31
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC
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