I'm tired of being played with.
I'm not a toy
that you can use
to amuse yourself
when it suits you,
and can abandon
when you're done.
You can't just leave me
sitting on a shelf,
waiting for you.
You can't break me,
tear out my stuffing,
and then toss me out,
and buy a replacement.
I'm not your toy,
your plaything.
I'm no rag doll.
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This was more what I was attempting to say with the previous post.
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