crashing.

Morbid thoughts run through my mind even as my headache pounds.

Friends are but momentary relief; in the silence of solitude, the miasma of worry solidifies and suffocates.

It probably seems stupid, I mean, he’s just a dog. But words can’t express how much I can’t bear to see him go, even though his time is almost up.

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