.
It's time to cry
About anything
At all.
About the dead rat
Resting
In my hands.
Once-bright eyes,
Once-twitching nose;
Now eerie stillness...
Poor little rat.
.
I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things.
Awwww love i'm so sorry :( i love you
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