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[bodytext] => Her best friend her confidante the only one she told who she counted on to listen and she knew would never scold Who would never tell another, or even tell a lie who heard her loudest laugh and felt her longest cry her playmate when she was just a pretty, little girl he comfort when she was all alone in the world Through heartaches and hard times through thick and thin everyday of every year he'd be there lose or win From brand new with glossy eyes to dirty and worn to long after his soft, fur coat was raggedy and torn her teddy bear was there for her he helped her through it all he was the only one with whom she let down every wall And if his glossy eyes could have seen her through the years or if perhaps the words had ever made it to his ears He would know the little girl who grew up before his eyes He would see the self-inflicted pain he would hear the cries He'd know every scar by heart both external and within He'd know the names of all who hurt her, every place she'd been He could have sensed the sadness in her eyes and in her heart And he would have sensed it everyday, every moment from the start but everyone knows that teddy bears can't really hear or see And I know that better than anyone because that girl was me So my cries for help fell on deaf ears, my pain was wasted on the blind and now I don't even have a teddy bear to give me peace of mind [comments] => 2 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Unbreakable [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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