|~Rejected on a Shelf~|
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    Although popular consent is that toys are inanimate objects that is untrue. Bears such as I do have consciousness. Certainly this fact has done me no favors. Despite my child's heartfelt promises of eternal love and care, I find myself on a shelf. Eternity is a long time and it is hard not to be resentful. For humans change, and I do not. Guests of my little friend have come and gone without an upward glance to my lonely captivity.
    Human hearts swing from love to love with no certainties. I almost pity them, for a heart with more than one love has twice as many chances to be broken. Just the perfect setup for a fall. Keeping in mind mankind's destructive nature, I let go my useless pity. Let him come home everyday to bury his face in pillows to create a moments escape. My captivity is forged in loneliness and he has put his stamp of approval on it, sealing me from the world. Not that I would scorn the chance to be remembered by him, but that chance grows more minuscule by the day.
    Others have suffered the same fate as I. Perhaps not all of them toys as I am. Queer isn't it, that they even have the ability to put a loved one on a shelf. Retire them unwillingly from the world. Still, here I am subjected to that same torture.
    True, it is, that most as is with my case is subjected unwittingly. Usually they don't even know how much pain they put others through. Very simple words would fix most cases. Would that mine was similar. Xenophobia will and always has keep me from revealing myself. Yet this problem has never been mine. Zealously I wait for the chance that my old friend will remember me.