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Feb 2016
I was a toy you played with until it broke. your mom warned you not to turn it off and on too quickly but you just couldn't help it. you loved to see the way it light up when you pushed it. it was made for you. you loved the way it worked only and always for you. but one day, it stopped. you came home looking for something to play and you found it. broken. but you didn't fix it. it wasn't worth the time. didn't even check to see if maybe it just needed some love. you left it in pieces. little did you know, the game was working. it just neededΒ Β to be played for a long time. it needed to know the owner needed it. it needed to know that it was more than just a button.
Anna Claxwell
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