Collectable...
As a toy my life is basic...
I was bought years ago...
Yes...I had good times and bad times...
My life time is spent...
Outside the walls with my owner...
And also inside...
Sometimes I'm left and lost...
I have had a few others like myself...
That are still around...
Our owner when young...
Well lets say...was never really into taking care of our looks...
Or to what could be done to us...
Damage does happen...
These are the ones that are left behind...
You do not want to be damaged...
Now in my later years...
Myself and others are collectibles...
So we are in view for others to see...
As a collectibles we are taken care of...
Unlike our earlier years...
As a toy...
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