There is this dog whose name is Sasha. She is actually a spiffy dog. Once you pet her, she’s all yours.
Then there is Miss Muffet. The miffy one who runs when she hears the sound of plastic bags.
When Spiffy met Miffy. It was war at first sight.
Then they became friends after agreeing that bacon bits were better than liver.
Sucha bum..
When she drinks too much alcohol!!
The bums…love them way too much.
Have you ever felt that YOU FEEL way too much?
There are some things I don’t get. And it bothers me that I can’t make any sense out of it. And I hate it that it bothers me.
How can 2 people be so different when they’re together and when they’re apart. They are extremely normal when they’re on their own..but when put together, it fucking sucks.
I don’t get it. A part of me hates them together and I feel terrible for feeling this way.
Then there is you. You, I do not get at all.
And honestly, I don’t want too anymore.
I’m sorry.
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