My heart was a tattered stuffed bear,
everyone's favorite to play with it seemed.
After they'd left their mark, a stain there,
missing piece no longer here, a busted seam;
it was back to the box of girls just like me.
But you came along, like an intrigued little kid,
who picked me up with care, knowing the extent.
You put me in your pocket, and there I hid,
took me home, stitched me up, with the greatest intent,
you were going to love me, and you do.
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