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*curls up and cries*

Cold and dark, cold and bleak, crying in my nightmares as I try to sleep,
The real world, a living hell. I need a pet, to hug and hold, to fill my bed and call it home.
My search seems fruitless, as all relationships do, the few I can keep, soon become a zoo.
Unorganised and wild, my relationships roam, sometimes friendly, sometimes claiming their home.
My search for a pet, has yielded three, the first, a local, the ideal friend? A bully in school. A mocker to no end, charges me for sex and leaves me broke. A pet is he then? Far from it be. The next, a scot, a nice enough lad, friendly at first even if far. We agreed what to do, play it for a week, then he U-turns, and now we hardly speak. A pet he is? A pet he is not. My search continues, and finally seems worthwhile. A pet I found, in America he be, young and willing, to listen to me. So far, so good, is all I can say. Minus the distance, and school on weekdays...

So I lie in my bed, sobbing, and lonely. The bed rather empty and cold. My mind wanders back into my own world, united with a pet, for me to hug and hold. The alarm goes off, had barely been asleep. I sigh and wipe away tears... "Damnit... Another fruitless day..."
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