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I go to sleep and hold something

A stuffed ram

I wake up to examine it.. It’s old, worn out, lanky, can’t move, and I can do anything to it, anyone can.

Yet the thing cannot speak or Yelp when it gets thrown down or ripped up.

Its eyes are sewed in so no tears can escape when people scream and throw it down.

It can’t move once or squirm when it is held tightly.

I look at the poor thing and look into its old, worn in eyes..

I see myself in the reflection.

usually when i encounter a post mentioning “ram” that is not the character named Ram of my usual interests, I simply curse at the fact that I’ve somehow ended up on “For You” instead of “Following,” and switch back

…this time, however…. I am gonna reblog it.

*crying*