Dear Dear Ghost,

Where did we go wrong for us to end up like this? Questioning if our existence is a mistake or an overlooked mishap. We were happy... I think? We may just have been so innocent, oblivious as to how cruel this world could move and how time can be an accomplice to the unfair confinement we experience.

How did we end up from being at the top of the shelf to being misplaced in a dusty old cupboard? I guess the shelves were full for them to find a spot for us to sit on, or maybe old products had to be replaced with the new ones? Afterall, who would want an expired can of tuna or a dusty oxidized doll in the toy shop? They're toxic... not good for the health they say. It hurts; difference is I can no longer feel the pain that was supposed to be there. No water was leaking from a broken old faucet, so they assumed it was still working but if the faucet ceases to work, they'd hit a few with a wrench until it gives out and they'd curse at it as how horrible it was. They hit the faucet, but they never knew who was at fault for it to no longer work.