A boy abandoned, lost and small, left with a stranger, and no one to call. His heart shatters quietly, a silent cry, as he is left to wonder "why, why, why?"
A fuzzy companion, rough with wear, handled so harshly, bound to tear. Fuzzy ears left to rot, years go by, and the tears have now clot.
A journal, his only friend in the night, he writes his pain, seeking some light. In the pages, his truth is spun, a boy, alone, just waiting for the sun.
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