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Word By; Simone Robinson: Recycled
There lives were always recycled, right from that first day. That little boy who lost his new pets probably went right back to the store to get more, not even giving those baby's a second thought.
Everything they've ever owned was from one place or another. Never new, never made for them in mind. Just another used shirt or broken down toy.
As they grew older and began to explore there world, they realized themselves how they truly are. They do there best to save those innocent lives, and the humans just seem to go on and forget them. Recycled memories and bad dreams of some foreign thing.
Now they must again learn how it is to be used, and then reused. As my spirit finally takes its peace, they will have to come to terms with my passing. Learn to recycle there old life, and continue on.
I had the most problems with this last one, which is why it took me so long to start posting these. I could just look at one of the words and something came along with it for a short and a turtle. With this one, I could barely settle on a word, let alone the prompt. I finally settled on this, let me know how it turned out.