Challenge
Everyone has a deep, dark secret (or ten). Write about (one of) yours in any poetic style. You can be as specific (or as vague) as you want. Please tag me.
Crazy
The stuffed animals
Were real
Alive
They could talk
They could think
They could smile
They could even wink
Or did they only blink?
We would talk
For hours on end
I was only a kid
Who needed a friend
I'm not lying
I'm not joking
I thought it was true
So please,
No more poking
They said that's a sign
Of a sociopath
Not the imaginary part
Cuz it may have been more than that
They told me to hurt people
The mean ones only
But I didn't listen
And that's why I know
I'm not
THAT
Crazy
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