My dog has a dead soul.


My dog, mine. My life disrupted, my space invaded.

No! Down! My nerves a wreck.

Come here, you hungry? I love you.

Pee on the floor,hair everywhere, stupid dog.


You own it, you deal with it, you are killing me.

Is it asking too much for you to behave? I still have love to share.

I feel, I hurt, God gave me these things.

Responsibility! Why did you pick me? My soul is dead.


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