Throwaway Rag Doll 

What is this longing?

Why must I feel anything at all?

Must life hurt, all the time?

Always left behind 

Always left alone.

Like a throwaway rag doll 

Just toss me in the corner and let me collect dust until you feel the need to play with me again.

Forgotten 

©2017 Timothy Grassan 

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