I and my identical twin got out of this small building.
We stepped in a cab and it was really dark under this seat
It smelt leather paint
I thought we both were going to faint.
We step out of car and
Breathe in fresh air
Some people looked at us
Like, we were the best pair.
Our owner is fast
And he started to walk
He is not standing for a second so that
I can see my twin and have a talk
We step in a big room
And our owner sat in a comfy chair
The air conditioner is on
And the room is filling with cold air.
I again tried to talk with my twin
But the owner lifted his leg raising my twin high in air,
He crossed his leg and
I can see my twin hanging in air.
He again step out of his office,
He went to a crowded store
An another member of our family stepped on me,
I cried and started to tap on the floor.
The owner finally reached home so did we.
The owner took me off and threw on the floor,
He did same with my twin,
And threw him close to the door,
Another day passed
And we helped this person to walk
But I feel sad cause he treat us like this every night
And after getting out of the card board box along with my twin
We haven’t talked.
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