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Your Teddy Bear

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I want to be your teddy bear. I want to be the thing that others thought was an everyday thing, but you knew it was a fated encounter with me. The thing that gives you comfort when your friend ate the last cookie, when you break one of mommie's plates, when your closet's full of monsters.
Take me with you everywhere. Let me be there for your first day of school, your first shot, your first loose tooth. I don't care if you drag me on the floor or spill juice on me. These things happen. As long as I'm with you and I know I keep you company. Please don't cry when I'm taken away to be washed. When I get back to you, I'll be like new, ready for more adventures.
Tell me your secrets, I won't tell anyone else. My lips are sealed. I won't judge you for anything you say or do. It's not my job. My job is to be there, to share precious moments. And when you get too old for me, that's okay. Put me on your bed when you make it before work. I'll be there to help you rest after a long day. Put me on a shelf, where I can watch over you when you get great news, like getting accepted to that college, or getting married. I'll be there too. You may not see me, next to your books or snow globe; but I'll be here, silently rejoicing with you.
If you put me in a box, I won't mind. I understand when things need to be put away. Sometimes I can still hear your voice and footsteps when you're moving around nearby. I'll wait, patiently, until that day you open my box again. You may have been looking for something else, but the nostalgic look in your eye makes me feel like the first day you got me.
I know you love me, even if you don't say it. I'm too precious to you to just sell at a garage sale or keep in storage forever, but I'm just not what you need anymore. That's okay. I've done my job and loved what I did for you. Please, pass me on. I'm durable. Give me to your own son or daughter; or maybe one of your friends your own age still has room on their couch for me. When you've given me away, I won't ever forget you. I may be stained, torn, or limp by the time the next person receives me, but that's just the wear and tear of love. It's meant to be that way. There will always be something to remind me of how much I love you, even now.
That's what I was made for. Love.
I want to be your teddy bear.
CRITIQUE ME, PLEASE
(the new critique system is scary and unfamiliar, lol, so I'll stick with the traditional method)
THINGS TO CRITIQUE:
-Content; is there anything I can add or should take out? (draw from what you'd like to experience if you were a teddy bear, too)
-Spelling
-Mechanics; where should I end/start paragraphs? should I switch the order?

In particular, I really don't like how I ended it. :( I wanted to also put in there that I'm never fully removed from my first/previous owner(s), but I didn't really know how to phrase it (I was also running out of juice at the time I wrote it lol :U).
Input please~
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WELL I was bored in class one day and felt like writing instead of reading. And It occurred to me earlier that morning that if I had to be an inanimate object, I'd want to be a teddy bear/safety blanket/pacifier (whatever kids carry everywhere with them lol). And so I elaborated.
Umm, sort of an extended metaphor. *shrugs*
I also had a little doodle to go with this, so I might upload that to this later.
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ALSO, I'd personally LOVE to read your takes on this project. What would you be if you were an inanimate object? Why? What would you experience?
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