I'm a shoe.
I'm not the same as when I started out. Some people think that's a bad sign and some people think it adds character.
Some people don't care what I look like.
Some people care entirely too much.
Some people are extremely comfortable with me.
But some people can't stand being with me for a whole day.
Some people get tired of me very quickly.
And some people will refuse to let me go, even if I'm not doing what they want me to.
I'm always going places: some are big places, some are dirty places, some are slippery places, some are places where everyone can see me, some places are hidden(and you'll forget where I am).
If I've been somewhere I shouldn't have been, then you can see it all over me.
If I'm not given a rest, I'll expire too quickly.
The first time we meet and you like me, I'll be exciting.
But if you're with me everyday, I won't be exciting anymore.
Other shoes will go much more quickly than I will.
Yet some other shoes won't last as long.
But no shoes will last you forever.
I'm a shoe,
I have a tongue.
You are like my rain boots.
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But really.
I wear my boots all the time. Even when it's sunny.
And I'll love you all the time.
I mean, I still love you but...
GSA!
(which means Gecko Sister Alliance, but also means Gay Straight Alliance....we might have to rethink that)
I like your writing style and especially the ending. nice job
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