The feeling of your fur
It changes as my tears fall onto it
Yet you're still here
You're listening to me, even though I'm a sobbing mess
And you're purring, it's so calming
I think if I keep listening to it
And if I keep stroking your soft, tear-soaked fur
I might get some sleep
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ПоэзияEver feel like being even more depressed. Well step right up, because I've got the thing for you. I'll only work on these when I'm feeling sad though. Sorry they're absolute garbage(just like me). But hopefully they won't make you want to die too mu...
