This is the black one

One morning several weeks ago in KL,
I found JJ & XX and brought them to SG.

My beloved JJ was with me,
but I gave away his dearest XX to someone.

Sometimes, I found that JJ was fighting against me,

making me feel so distant and even heard him

whispering , "Stop being so silly".
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Or maybe I m the one who is fighting against JJ,

in a twisted and paradoxical way, because I need to
know that I was safe and secure being with him.

Nope.
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He's a cold, uncaring, selfish, unkind, mean &

emotionless toy, asking me why I wasn't dead yet.
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And I'd love to tell him that he's one of the few

toy in my life who never fail to remind me of

the fact that, how awesome it is to be alive... ...

My search for nostalgia & insecurity.