Walking out from my room,
I found my old bear sitting in the old box,
It was the gift form me,
A human size Theodore.
I remember before,
That bear once my friend,
He's the who hear my rants,
He's the one who suffered my madness.
When no one is there for me,
I had that bear to accompany me,
He's who witness my other identity,
That poor bear bare it all.
Now it has stitches to compose it shape,
The ribbon it had before now gone,
It's cotton is peaking out from the little holes,
It's not anymore the Theodore that I known.
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Minyu's Diary Of Poems (ON HOLD)
RandomMinyu's Diary of Poems (Collection of Poems) is written by a girl named Minuette Moriarty. These poems are written using her thoughts, feelings, and experiences in everyday life.
