Jan 11
I'm an old toy.

Waiting in your chest.
And I'm trying my best.
But these feelings won't rest.

You pull me out of hiding.
When your new love is dying.

Your new toy breaks.
And I'm yours to take.

I'm your second best.
Only wanted in times of distress.

So what happens to you?
When I finally break too?

I'm not an old toy.
I'm your old toy.
Sometimes you just feel like someone's old toy. So many good times together, but no time spent with one another.
Autumn
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Autumn
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