Winter has always fascinated me. The frail distinctive ice fragments always caught my attention. Dragged it away from whatever I was doing at the time. my entire family loved the heat but I could never bear it... Winter makes my joints stiff. I mean, summer I can move them but now.. Its just too hard for me to move. Father puts oil on me everyday and its nice.
I feel like an old rusted toy that a child longed to play with. But when the new one came out, he wanted to be with that one instead. Like that movie, Toy Story. Where the kid had the toy then the new one comes along and they toy is left to die and rot.
If only I was wanted. Father stopped putting oil in me a few days ago as he thought of me as a burden. I didn't want him to but now I can't move. I was free but now I'm stuck all trapped with no escape. I'm suffocating in my own skin..
I'm dying..
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Robotic
Science FictionI don't even know what this book is or what any of my books are for that matter..
