I don't feel old.
I still have life in me.
Some may be outside of me now,
But I still have some left.
She still played with me even though my soft, felt skin
had gone from vibrant red to dingy maroon
and that I lost an eye six months ago.
I was still played with, until now.
Now the time has come.
This can't be the end for me.
"It's alright buddy."
"It's not that bad."
"You'll come to like your new home."
"Sure time seems endless up here."
"But you'll have friends to keep you company."
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