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If toys could speak, I think they'd cry, when left in the basement, to wither and die. No longer needed, not exciting, not new, that's why I feel like a toy, whenever I think of you.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
Toys
If toys could speak, I think they'd cry, when left in the basement, to wither and die. No longer needed, not exciting, not new, that's why I feel like a toy, whenever I think of you.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
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