What Am I through your eyes?
A toy? You're favorite stuffed animal?
A mere Doll?
Same expression.
Same Comfort
Same object.
I hold you when your hurting
I listen to you when you wish me to
I am your outlet when you wish to scream
You are the reason I am broken
You are the reason I have stitches
You stitch me back up only to break me again
And one day just like all the others
You will outgrow me and I will be put on the shelf
That dusty shelf forgot
SavageWatermelon Community Member 
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