Lifeless as it sounds, Silent as I speak, I cannot share my views, as my heart leak. Hearing the machine me being created, while I perch on a treadmill. Duplicates of my myself are being made by this gigantic white structure with lengthy arms. I’m not that unique, but an ordinary little stuff toy, a lily colored bear dyed with jet-black eyes, and a brown shirt. As I only know, people are hemming me, and refused to keep me with them.

The eyes of mine, sees everything as the waves of arms segregate the flawed and the sparkled ones by the individuals with dressed all white, and a blue plastic on their heads, using their rubber gloves. The ones that the people’s hearts will love. This heaving thrill lifts me up to the skies, along the line. My dream will come true! As I will be with a family that loves me! As I’m getting closer, my hank sank deep as they rest on me, along with the other rejects. With sadness in my eyes, toppled with a gloomy, dark feeling in me. As my other eye fell off my face, hanging with the toys that won’t be with their families, in a vast yellow container.

I wonder, what am I made for? What serves my purpose to live in this horrible unlucky misfortune? Only to be vanished easily to air, after being created in this existence. As the cycles of night and days continues, a group of people came into the factory, and talked to the workers inside. I was the one of the chosen, as this shivering drop inside me. Dries my excitement, as they might throw me away or burn me to coals of ashes.They pile the...