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Sunday, May 3, 2009
Life is Hollow

It's like she was a part of me and now she's been ripped out and my life feels like an empty void.

It's like my life consisited of her and she was the most important thing to me and now she's not here anymore and evry night when i go look for her, she's not there.

Every night I visit her little grave and I give her a piece of food to eat. I can't break the habit.

Every night I fed her and pet her and play with her.

And now all I can do is sneak out at night when no one is awake and cry by the side of the road while patting the ground she lays under.

I miss her.

It's all my fault.

I suck.

I love her.

I should have brought her to the vet earlier.

I should have looked up evrything online.

I should have spent more time with her.

I miss her.


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&the time is 4:33 PM
posted by Ena ♥