Toy soldier

I am a wooden soldier. Once famous among the boys. I was their favourite toy. But that's the only thing I am. A toy.

You loved me once. I know you did. I loved you. I really love you. All toys love their masters without conditions. They love their masters with all their heart.

You would take me anywhere. You would show me to everyone. I was this really cool toy that you think everyone wanted. You were so proud of having me.

But as it is only my nature that whenever you are careless and rough, parts of me would be broken. You'd have to fix me. I was so thankful to have such a kind hearted master. The pain I felt, was unbearable but having you by my side, it all fades. It is painful nevertheless. But none of the pain are comparable to when you forget me for plastic toys. Your once coolest toy, left in the shelves, among kites and balls and other shits I do not recognise. You can barely see me.

However, I was once your favourite after all. You somehow have this weird fascination towards me. Sometimes, you would miss me and take me away from the shelves and play with me. Those days I love the most. It feels like old times, when you would show me to anyone you see, whether they are interested to see me or not. But those days are short, and I would be left to trap dusts once again.

And when you feel like missing me, you'd come seeking for me. And I'll be there. I'll always be there.

Like an old wooden soldier. I'd always be there.

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...fuck you. You broke my legs and did not fix them. Of course I'll always fucking be there.