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I've fallen down the crevice,
hopelessly spriraling down.
I claw at the sides and scream,
it won't be long before I drown.
The stacotic sounds of laughter,
are following after me.
As I attempt to keep my head above water,
I'm doomed as doom can be.
Once I was loved and cherished,
at one time someone cared.
But now I'm just a frumpy old rag,
I'm just an old beat up teddy bear.
I remember being sold off the shelf,
my owner promised to love me forever.
I was there to dry his tears,
with all his fruitless endeavors.
And now I'm thrown out with the trash,
without as much as a goodbye.
I suppose the world will never know,
that teddy bears really do cry.
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