The Plight Of Lost Toys
There I was, yet there I wasn't
For they neither saw me or knew where I hid
The shadow's hostage; the dustmite's captive
I feared "I'm forgotten" despite what I did
Alas, they still call me
Forever they seek me
But lo and behold
Their hands never each me
Cast out and alone
By no act of their own
I am long rust away
Ne'er to be found again.
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Lullabeth
I'm an 18 year old writer who has been writing for as long as I can remember. From short stories, fanfiction, and poetry to song lyrics and music composition, I manage to keep my self constantly busy all day and all night. But I enjoy it. Writing is my life and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
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