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	Toys
	Toys By Austin Edwards Click Click and a blinding flash Just the outline of the light hitting me but what is your impression? what part of me is stolen in my flustered half aware expression? There goes something Beautiful? or do you see what I see instead? are these not the normal processes that go on inside your head? I rather be a rust bucket with horsepower where it counts, than dressing like a shiny bauble taking all the normal routes. Laughing in the woods now with a little boy that has my eyes, I wish I had what he had just a simple toy...bet its why he never cries, I fall in the mud he laughs harder but not at my expense, I forgot what it felt like just being surprised visually by events. Then a tree falls and I hit the ground of my bedroom floor, I get on my feet and whilst smiling to myself I knock on my side of the bedroom door, Hoping that the world will answer and say loudly "Austin is that you?!" and I will just laugh mischievously to myself for I have under my cover to run to. Maybe the world will come downstairs and watch cartoons in a bit, WHAT?? my favourite shows not on?? ...I might just throw a fit, but the world doesn't answer my absence is not felt and my face it is not missed. It wont join to my games, now my smile just starts to fade I sit back down on my bed and want for toys to come into my life, so I can continue with the charade. The End
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