He sits on my piano, looking at the balcony, staring at a building.


He was my only joy when I was four, but now he is like a deserted island.


He brings me memories of when I used to play with him through the day when I was small, and the soft cuddly toy I used to hug when I was sad.


He was the toy that I slept with until I was seven.




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