Please give me an essay on an autobiography of a chair.
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I was born in a world class factory of making chair. I was chocolaty brown in colour, my back was made of leather, my legs were highly polished. There were many more like me. We had all the comforts ever possible. After a few days we were packed in a big boxes and taken to a big furniture mart where people came and admired us. I cost Rs 6000. Suddenly a man started to stare at me. Then he took me home. He lived alone . We were both very happy. After a few days he started meeting and another person.Then she started to come home again and again, they grew closer. After a couple of months they both got married. Iwas happy to see him happy. After 2 years they had a baby boy. As the boy grew older he made me his favourite chair. He always sat on me. Then he started jumping on top of me. One day he hit my back and my springs tumbled out. His father (my owner) took me to the the repair shop.But the repair shop guy said that I can't be repaired. So the next day he threw me in the truck. The garbage collector took me to the dumping ground. I was dumped there. I lay there only. My owner did not come to look at me. This are my last words. I think this is the end of my life to rot here.