My mom treats our dog like her son. only worse. sometimes i picture him back in roman times, lying on his back in a white, gold trimed robe, and my mom fanning him and feeding him grapes. but im probably just jealous. maybe ill make a visual for that.
and now heres the part where i get upset that i cant express myself. Ive been asking myself lately
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You have much more fear than necessary.
And many of us lose interest/understanding more slowly than you might think. You give up on us too fast. i think the word i hear most from you is "nevermind". We do.
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