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Feels like my heart is just a toy packaged, Sold, Returned, And repeated I'm an action figure begging to be played with but lately I haven't seen any action I yearn to be in the hands of someone who loves me, Reflecting in the eyes of captivated satisfaction Play dates are my fate but as of late they haven't been so great They pick me up toss me round Then leave me on the ground for my body to be found I lay shroud, wet, cold, and alone, Chewed up and spit out like a dogs bone This boy is a toy but has brought no hearts joy So I'm repackaged, Returned, And receipted Hanging in the isle again, I've never felt so defeated
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:14 PM UTC
The Heart, A Toy
Feels like my heart is just a toy packaged, Sold, Returned, And repeated I'm an action figure begging to be played with but lately I haven't seen any action I yearn to be in the hands of someone who loves me, Reflecting in the eyes of captivated satisfaction Play dates are my fate but as of late they haven't been so great They pick me up toss me round Then leave me on the ground for my body to be found I lay shroud, wet, cold, and alone, Chewed up and spit out like a dogs bone This boy is a toy but has brought no hearts joy So I'm repackaged, Returned, And receipted Hanging in the isle again, I've never felt so defeated
shelby-hemstock
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:14 PM UTC
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