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It contains all my data, he is everywhere and everytime I need help. He is the one guilty of many relationships with friends, he is the thing that maintains me in contact with the world. My phone is my most confidential object, he never makes me feel my eyes welling up with tears, he is my company on trips when I’m alone. Everyday I feel without any air he is there supporting me, making my days as pretty as a princess. I could not ask myself what my life would be like without him, I feel like I have won a strike having him.

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The folder is overwhelmed. Just three months and her capacity is already fulfilled. Every morning the same nightmare. When the first bell sounds he knows that the torture is about to begin. His owner approach to him but doesn’t take him, instead he chooses the luckiest of all of us, the pencil case. She is always fresh, she never has so many things with her. The folder can’t understand why
he can’t be like her, so light. It was his turn, the boy tries to separate his joined hands to add three more pages, but the folder refuses. The kid is using all his strength, more than what he should and then “crack!”. His rings were broken.

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Im the lamest object in this room. im full of trash. I feel like a slaughterhouse because im giving an end to all this things he throws at me after using them. I dont think people apreciate me the same way i think i should be apreciated, I would like myself to be something special for others but im only the "trash" can. Sometimes, people throw bad things at me that i dont like. Why cant someone give me a better use?

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Here we go again, she is waking up and the first thing of her routine is me. I’m present every time and in every place she inhabits, when she meet with friends, goes for an ice-cream and also when she takes her morning bath, and even though I hate it. I’m the one who steps the puddle after a drizzle. However, I am very happy and glad because without him my life would be useless.

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He was in a huge house with his friends, ruler, rubber, pen, etc. His life was full of unexpected events which may change his life forever. However, a long time has passed since he never experienced something like that. Always waiting for his time, it never came so he still hoped that someday a miracle would occur. Everything kept on like that until the house doors opened. As two kind fingers took him, he thought that it was all a dream. Finally his time to shine had come. He became the protagonist and the base of a masterpiece that an artist from another dimension would have made.

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She is so lonely and dusty. Sick of being written and erased by teachers and students. Every year they paint it trying to cover up all its imperfections when it is beautiful and perfect because they show all the years and different teachers it had been through.

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I am exhausted of being mistreated by humans. My owner always leaves me on the flor of the classroom when she goes to break and her classmates kick me every time without realizing. I can’t continue with this situation. I hope someone notice me. Maybe , when they grow up they will.

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Sometimes I feel so sad.  Tired of carrying books all day every day.  My owner is a very clueless girl and sometimes she hits me very hard to the floor or she doesn't take enough care of me.  I love her very much and I make the effort to accompany her every day, she is very small and cute.  I just hope this torture changes with time and I can be a happy backpack

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She is so lonely.  People just use it and leave.  It is used for eating, studying, playing board games, etc.  She is at all times of the year, every day, willing to listen to people's conversations and gossip and then be mistreated by them, who sometimes don't even clean her up.  She looks so old and sad.  Hopefully one day someone will notice this and start taking care of her

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I found myself lying at the edge of the table. Who would have thought today would be such a marvelous day. The ghost silence and the growing warmth of the temperature are making this morning unic. Please sun don’t go away so soon, I want to enjoy my time a little longer.

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Her light was turned off. All her life she knew that time was coming. The time in which she would not take a breath anymore. All that brightness was faded away. All that help she brought, was vanished. Nobody remembered her. She was forgotten as fast as a love song lasts. The deafeining silence was reaching her soul, but now, the only thing she could do was remember her own memories.

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So here they come again. I already feel exhausted from going to one place to another. Its the tenth time on the day that they get inside me. They always leave tons of dirt everywhere. They dont even mind to wash me for at least once a month. I get more and more stressed every day. My tires a flat and burning. I already feel all the sticky mud hanging at every corner of my body. My brain will shut down at some point.

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She is lonely. She seems to be sad. People onlyapproaches her when they are cold, they use her! She is always warm in winter and it is probably her favorite season because of the company she receives. her metal looks rusting and old. She is warm like a coffe on a cold morning. And she smells like a cosy fire.

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The clock began the second I was inserted. My fellows sang the leyends about this crucial moment of our life and how we were essential for women's surviving. The problem was that the very viscous and condense liquid I had to hold back was coming like a tsunami raze a civilisation. So all my energy and strength were required for my duty. Time passed and my form changed like a balloon filed with air. I couldn't take it any longer. I let the red substance pass my barriers. And so, I lost my counsius and, finally, my life.

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I was sleeping in my charming bed of soil. My safe bed was my home. My mind peacefully aside from the dangers outside thought everything was fine, until they took me out. I couldn’t do anything as the sticky fingers gripped on my rough skin. My brothers and sisters were ripped out to. We were placed in a big cage. All of us were frightened to death. I fell asleep again. Suddenly I awake, my vision was blurred, however I could notice that a big, thin and sharpened object was approaching me. I took my last breath and said goodbye to the life I once had.

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There it is, sitting between those rocks waiting for someone to mine it. Its crimson colours reflect through its beautiful stone like fireworks on the 4th of July. Due to its brightful colours that light up the whole mine, it calls the attention of a miner. He looks at it with preciousness as he begins pickaxing. The ore doesn't like it, it feels exposed. He liked living between stones like a kangaroo in its mothers bag

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Oh my God! I can't believe this, she is so careless. I don't know what is worst, if being inside her bag for hours smashed by heavy books or the falls I have to suffer while I hear her friends laughing because I get hurt and sometimes a piece of me gets off. But there is something that I hate . When she gets angry because I get frozen or I can't load things quickly, I'm old! Please, respect my times and be more patient!

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I am exhausted and need my charger. I had been used for a long time, my day started at 6:00am when my owner decided to use an app to help her running for two hours. After that I hibernated until 5:00pm. All afternoon I was running a marathon, changing the websites as fast as a second become a minute. Today was exhausted, the ones that you only want to sleep, at this moment I am as hot as boiling pan.

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She reveals her insides as it is caressed by the noon spring sun-rays. At its own slow pace, it opens up for the whole world to admire, happily showing off its brights colors she is plenty proud of. Not long after, showed up a friendly worker to perform its daily duty. Now painted of yellow pollen grains, it rapidly flies away to find the best match to deposit the newly acquired cargo into.

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There I am, getting picked up again by such gigantic infants once again. Why me? I ask myself as as to distract my thoughts of thus seemingly never ending suffering.
There I go, side to side, rubbed against the many rough paper sheets, being forces to pick up the annoyingly soap-like graphite particles I always struggle to grab onto. Once more I wonder, why was I the one chosen for this God-saken task? Why must I be punished for the mistakes made by others?
Please, someone, help. Please, someone, get me out of this hell-like torture chamber.
I feel my body vanishing.

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Sometimes i dont feel understood. I feel like a burden, ignored. The responsibility of humans to take after me like if i was their own son seems not to exist just if i was a blurry-soul. I am tired of being wrinkled, being thrown like a piece of nothing inside thier bags, at the night table. And my worst fear is that sooner or later i will be a sad corpse stuck in a warm shelf full of all the forgoten books.

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A Rock in a Battlefield
First Person: A Rock in the Battlefield

Snippers rest on my back. Be comfortable, guilty sinner, whisper your hopes to the sun. The rumble of death barely let me close my eyes. 30 days and 30 nights, in the cold mousy grime, appear an eternity. Think of me as a shelter, seek pleasure in the fact that I will stay here forever, to acompany your souls, though empty. Take me with you, courageous soldier, I don't want to lose my war. Take me with you, I won't stand another night alone.

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I always see her face so beautiful. She is all produced to get out, sometimes to a dinner, to a ball or a party, or simply to go to school. I see her everyday. The last thing that uses is me; first the hair brush, then some makeup and last me. I love her because every time she sees me she talk to me as if I could answer “Hello my beauty”. Everyday we are together, it is like I am inside her, because she take me with her to every place she goes. We combine so well: she, with her sweet face, and me, with my vanilla smell.

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I am always inside a box but when I start feeling melodies, I know i’m going to be used and start getting impatient. I am usually used in important concerts and when I feel there is a multitude watching me and my owner, I start getting eager. I love that type of feelings, they make me feel at home.

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Belen bracelet has been hurt very badly.At 8:00 am she was all mucky with a mixture of pancakes,like a kid playing with dirt, the smell pleasure like puddin just baked but ir was to early to be so dusty. Later on she was washed but in a very gross way, belen was using an old hard spong but the worst part was when the owner use a new soap that she was allergic to. All the beautiful grey bracelet change to a rustly one

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He is always wondering around, even though the street is empty of full of cars, he is always discovering new places and people. He get to know every person that gets inside. That makes him really happy and curious. Every time his owner gets inside him, he feels lucky and it can be seen when his engine starts at once.

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I am certain that he feels offended. Humans never treat him with love, they never care for its well-being and at some point, deep inside the toothbrush, it is hurt. Its feelings are not thought of. His heart is red with anger because why do people need to leave him dirty, with bacteria, it is not very difficult to clean him up and protect him. The toothbrush gets sick, since the person's duty to wash him does not take the time to do it, instead of make him feel pumpered and loved.

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Every night it is there, waiting for me to relax me and take off all the tension and sadness. My bed is the best, she is my best friend. She is so comfortable, soft and warm. She may thing I am a “strange specie” because the time I spend sleeping is incredible. She is always waiting for me with a very warm welcome. In my bad days, she is the one that makes me happy: makes my mind rest and wake up freshly, no sad anymore.