A soft gasp escapes me as you pull my string from my container. You're always so rough, from start to finish. Sometimes I wondered if you even wanted to do this. If you even wanted me. You would drag me through your teeth, but you hardly ever got a thorough clean. I wondered if you knew. You probably didn't even care. It's not like you're brushing your teeth or anything. No, that came after and got way more attention than I ever did. God, I envied your toothbrush. It got to give your teeth a proper cleaning, unlike me. If only you knew how crucial I was as well. Maybe then you wouldn't be so quick to overlook me.