Not just a doll

I don't just sit on a shelf

Waiting for you to pick me up

To think I am pretty

Despite the dust

 

So don't just think of me

Talk to me

Message me

Learn who I am

 

If I am there

Talk to me

Listen to me

Learn who I am

 

I will take myself of this shelf

Because I don't want to be 

Be that unwanted toy 

I have value and not just in memories

So let's make new ones now

Let's learn who we are again

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◄ A letter to the mother of the man I love

A week's walk away ►

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