Everybody has objects that one holds dear to themselves. Pick something that has stayed through the journey, and you'll learn a little more about it.

An integral part of myself, and one that has withstood a test of time. Feels like it has been through a war, yet shines even brighter than it was new. Without this, would I even be myself?

A gift to commederate...something? Something. Over time, what was once somebody else's became even more of mine through patchwork and the additions of an emotional attachment. It is held together in a cape-like fashion through only the best of B-grade pearls.

Best friend in the world, or so she says. She listens whenever I speak, but when she talks back, it's raspy, and in a tone that bleeds of leading myself astray and into untimely self-destructions.