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Dec 2013
My teddy bear is dying.
It cannot see the light.
My teddy bear is dying,
But it's trying to fight.

My teddy bear is burning
As it is held over the lit stove.
My teddy bear is burning
And I have not been told.

My teddy bear is drowning;
Its polyester is soaked with sea.
My teddy bear is dying
And it cannot see me.

It cannot see me as I cry
Praying to God it will not die...
But as it drowns, it will not see
That with it, my childhood is dying in me.

My teddy bear is dying...
Someone?
Pull it up from the sea
And please save me.
Jodie LindaMae
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Jodie LindaMae  28/Cisgender Female/United States
(28/Cisgender Female/United States)   
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   Terry Collett
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