“come here baby.
aww look at you.
you know you bring joy into my life?
i thought i would be alone forever,
but you made me see otherwise.
you take care of me.
you protect me.
you love me.
i know baby.
your kisses are so wet!
let me put some food in your bowl.
who is daddy good boy?”
that’s your story.
couple years from now.
talking to your only companion in this world.
somewhere along the line,
you gave up on the hope of finding someone.
you became bitter and sad.
you were either too picky,
too stuck up,
it has left you sitting there,
getting ready to watch another reality show,
with something that sits and barks on command.
proud of yourself?
are you satisfied with that?
have you come to the conclusion that would be your future?
or does that make you want to vomit?
i had to ask,
when you look at your life now..
Do you think you will die alone?
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