You were always there for me.
Whenever I wanted you.
Whenever I needed you.
Always looking so vibrant and so alive.
Always ready for whatever adventure I might take you on.
I fear I may have used you too often.
Perhaps it’s my fault what inevitably happened.
I don’t blame you for one second.
Other were noticing that you were beginning to grow old beyond your years.
That you were no longer beautiful like you once were.
They told me that it was time to get rid of you.
But I refused.
In my eyes, your beauty did not fade, no matter how worn you began to look.
I held on still, for as long as I possibly could.
But I guess this is finally the end.
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So yeah, my red rain boots finally broke beyond repair. It is truly a sad day.
Twist in the tale… haha 😀
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Haha always.
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Tragic! Or something.
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Yes, very tragic.
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And here I thought you were lamenting your Blackberry!
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Haha I have difficult relationships with a lot of my possessions.
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