Broken


I was a record.
A record that played a beautiful tone once.
But I was scarred, scratched.
Broken.

I was a toy.
A toy that enjoyed the company of others.
But I was mistreated, forgotten.
Broken.

I was a light.
A light that glowed brightly and powerful.
But I was left on for too long, burned out.
Broken.

I was a stallion.
A stallion that was fast and ever so strong.
But I was pushed, left to starve.
Broken.
But no one will ever notice if I smile.

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