Poor Little Dog
I am so unhappy.
More than when I wanted to suicide.
I recently had a puppy.
Life was really is do or die
He did nothing, not even an ID.
poor little dog
lucky little dog
in and out like a
In beloved memory
ambition is a pointed point.
one in six maybe one day I will die.
that will be all right.
what will be left remains.
And a few regrets
Lucky like a dog.
Poor little dog
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