They say, in destiny I've heard them say, that I can see spirits. Even if I fucking can, does it really matter?
I lie down on the beach, my furry stomach drenched in the wet sand. Lying there alone, even with the companionship of my fellow tail waggers, I feel a strange 'nothing' inside me, inside everything I see, inside every damn living form that can somehow reason my meaningless jittery existence. What is the true reason of me living like this? Like a dog?
This nothing doesn't change. While everything else does. This is the truth. I am the dog without a pimp without a bone.
I lie down on the beach, my furry stomach drenched in the wet sand. Lying there alone, even with the companionship of my fellow tail waggers, I feel a strange 'nothing' inside me, inside everything I see, inside every damn living form that can somehow reason my meaningless jittery existence. What is the true reason of me living like this? Like a dog?
This nothing doesn't change. While everything else does. This is the truth. I am the dog without a pimp without a bone.
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