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Smooth wooden handle 6 inches, nearly 10 when flicked open to reveal stainless steel The blade marred only by a few oily fingerprints and a speck of brown   It smells of dust and of dried blood
My teddy bear is my favorite thing And its the one thing I would bring To an island if I had a choice For it would cause rejoice And to my bear I will forever cling
Eyes made of ice, And a heart made of stone. Everybody hates her, She knows she's alone.   All she wishes for, Is a single friend who cares. One who comforts her,
Oh, bear,you rage and roarincomprehensiblyYou are angry, but I don’t know why.   Oh, bear,you rage and roarall the morebecause you cannot make yourself known.  
i dream of happier days:before the cell phone,her now-constant companion.before computers, iPods.before she caredabout how she looks.about fitting in,conforming.back when a night light 
She is light. Filled with wonder and beauty - She's the goddess of light. The drum of your laugh; The tinkle of her sigh; A Caress from you instills in her Flight.
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