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Teddy Bear of Mine

He lays praying for his fury soul to keep as I cuddle him tightly during the fights.
I tell him my secrets as my tears seize to stop when all is silent.

He laughs when I show him the scissors I have hidden under my pillow, but soon sighs when he realizes my intentions.
He stumbles from his position to tell me I shouldn't.
I am no more and it is to late.

I guess I'm just like a little pillow, or Teddy Bear; laying there with no soul, sadly it is stuffing that covers my face..
Poor little Teddy Bear...
He just knew too much.





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