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- Once, I fled down the stairs so fast as her howls echoed behind me. Nothing has hurt me as much as that memory. I'm not sure if anything will. My dog. I'm sure she wanted what I once wanted- simply for my family to be complete, together. But I had given up that dream so I could chase my own happiness, and everyone suffered for it. The guilt could kill me, it makes my throat tighten up and and and...
- (God what am I doing?)
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