Today, I let go of my puppy even though I wasn't ready to do so, her name was Pororo. There were three of them and then someone we know asked for her (Pororo). I really wish the old lady asked for the other puppy, the one I'm least close with, the one who's less sweet. I was so sad that when I arrived at school, I cried.
Till we meet again, my Pororo, and by then, I hope I'll know the name they gave you.
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PoetryI will try my best to vent my randomness and frustrations here instead of twitter hahaha. I hope this helps. As long as my thoughts keep flowing, this shall not have its ending :)
