My Doll..
I can't live without my Ernie doll (while I may be a little old for that) I have had my Ernie doll with me since I was 2 years old; he has seen it all; wear and tear as well as been washed and cut and trimmed down. I don't know why he has become apart of me as much as he has in my 22 yearsl but he has, I feel that with Ernie by my side I can conquer anything - when I am by myself or feeling down I pick up my doll and just hold him; and everything is right in the world for the moment.
Some people say I should throw him out or put him away but I don't think I could ever do that because he is my "muse" my comfort zone - I feel that everyone I beleive should have that one thing or person who is there for them through everything and thatt they could run to.
Especially people who are more "shy" to themselves and need a friend, there isn't more i can say or more I can show that proves that i can't live without him; he truly is my everything.
Thank You
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