When my dog dies, I'll beg her to take me with her
Because I'm weak to all the seemingly sad people
To all the delicate gestures that get lost in bigger meaning
When sometimes I get why everything means nothing
I'm weak to it rather than just being wholly weak
And does that make a world of difference
I'm weak to all the seemingly sad people
I just want some companionship in death
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PoetryTW' trauma dumping read this in an accent, thank you. Yes, all thoughts are authentic but never original. This kills me, so I search. It would kill me less if all authenticity didn't claim healing is a forgetting through the passage of time. That t...
