I miss Jingo so much,
Even if I only had her for four months,
She made my life better,
She made other's lives better,
When she was around,
I keep wondering if she'll come back,
Deep down I wish it were true,
But it's not,
She's not coming back,
I can't be positive,
There is no positive side,
To this story,
When a big part of my life,
Is gone
Fading Away.
Like Mist.
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Rains Journal
Non-FictionThis is a book about some of the things of being a therian/human, includes some troubles and truths
