Today was harsh the gave me a nice green pillow but it smelled like death and heartbreak or that's me. I really need a nice warm bath but all I have is my tongue. I didn't die yet but I'm afraid of suffer and death. I'm here for a purpose though right? I wish I was out playing right now. But I'm Here.
It's night now they took that comfy but dreadful pillow away. There's more animals now crying I wish I could help but I need help first. I wish I could be out in the open fields and play but no I'm here im here because I picked this way.
