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I love you like a dog loves it's owner.
Unconditionally.
Chasing, following, listening to orders, and trapped in the same place but limited to interaction.
When my owner is away I cry and cry.
Running from thunder clouds that exist solely cause my owner made them knowing I cant control the weather.
A dog who knows not the warmth of love.
But the reflection of love.
Cold.
Alone.
Tired.
Scared.
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