And Then We Die,

September 18, 2017

Laying on the cold hard ground,

begging for breath, begging for one last breath.

Slowly, our breath begins to slow,

our hearts begin to stop,

Our fur becoming corse, our bellies softening and our eyes leaking tears of goodbye.

Our bodies losing control, losing all hope what we once had was lost.

Our last remaing breath has ended, our corpse being nothing more than a empty shell of sadness.

And then...


We Die.

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