Day As A ___ Challenge :fireworks:

Greetings, peasant. If you want to know the truth about my being, come and learn. You will surely not be disappointed.

Day As A ___ Challenge :fireworks: -Greetings, peasant. If you want to know the truth about my being, come and learn. You will surely no

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Today, I arise in this dreary dark place. Again. Around me, when faint indecent light rays come through the aperture of this cage, all I can discern are these various shaped clusters. I wonder how they feel, just standing still here, not being able to express their emotions nor to move. Despite that, they still have their family by their side, unlike me who had to leave them when this empty-headed customer purchased me and snatched me from where I belong. I only have dim memories from them, since this person bought me around 2 years ago.

At least, some mornings, my current owner brings me out and set me down on the table, a mellifluous sound made by the . During that moment, I feel alive, worth living. However, every time, they just pour a curious white liquid inside my orifice. Even though I can't stand this peculiar sensation, I have to go with it or else, I'll just be useless, not deserving being. I can perceive them talking to me as if I was someone who mattered to them. Unfortunately, I don't have what you name "ear", this being frustrating. I just wish I could reply and hear, especially when their tears roll down their cheeks. I also can feel their emotions but, exactly like them, I can't express it.

Furthermore, this person tried to break me once. I could feel their anger and knew that if I broke, they would feel remorseful, making their actual state worst. So, I just endured the atrocious pain. Since then, I can still what it felt like: scary, sad, stressful and, most of all, harmful

I want you to know something. The most detrimental moment in this part of my life is when they place me in the dishwasher. I am imprisoned in a black place with no way out. Plus, the water jets are excessively powerful, I always feel as if I would break. It's my worst fear ever.

After this bloody hell, this human just puts me back in this unappealing enclosure. Sometimes, I wish I had legs that could carry me out of hither. I'm convinced it would never be that easy to flee yet, I still have faith for this to occur. The human species can be clever for keeping a captive.

Now, you know the reality of my life as a mug or the tragedy, should I say. Sometimes, I just wish I was dead. In a better place, where time and pain are just an illusion.

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