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Chosen One

May 21, 2012
By Anonymous

As I lay in my selected bed. I wait for the day to be chosen. As I get picked from my bed. I write what my darling wants me to write. I draw, play, and work, but happy everyday. Until my time had come and my color fades away. Thrown away like a used tissue. My heart breaks in two. Soon I get to be useful to another darling until then my color remains the same.



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