Your Taste Is Blood And Fire But I Drink You Alone (underthepink) wrote,
Your Taste Is Blood And Fire But I Drink You Alone
underthepink

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-x- making every promise empty

my dog is dying. he can't walk. there's nothing i can do. so he suffers, achilles. in the morning, i'll take him to the pound. because i have no money. maybe they'll take him because they have to. more likely they'll put him to sleep. did he chew on a piece of plastic that's tearing him up? it's killing him. either way. if they could save him i'd adopt him back.

i could run it together in short, unpunctuated (new word) scentences but there's really no point. i'll probably tell you how it goes but who knows when. i'm tired and i'll sleep rather than keeping an unfailing death watch because i've learned to let it go when there is nothing i can do. how very cruel.
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