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Crazed Toy
13 April, 2005
Author: Dani

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Tell me, am I as crazy as I think I am?
Are you crazy if you don't give a damn?
I plead for tranquility and an unbound life of joy,
But I feel like a puppet, someone's favourite toy.
People pulling my strings, so hard that they break.
My sobbing not real, because toys are fake.
People laugh, people cry.
People don't live for ever, and toys never die.
Toys get thrown away, when they are raggered and torn.
Something I wished happened to me the day I was born

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Meridian (152.163.100.197) -- Thursday, April 14 2005, 08:14 pm

Dani

Great comparisons. Like a smilie and a metaphors. Though in this case it's rotten for a human to get treated like a toy. Depression. I hate it too. Brazilliant poetic analysist!
---Meri
 
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