Ohh the blogskin.
I thought that it was a scar.
A mark left behind.
But I came to realise that it's a wound.
Or at least, sometimes it's like a wound.
Every time I touch it, though I didn't want to,
it hurts.
Anyway, the mother, the daughter.
I finally know how is it like to love your own daughter.
I love her like how I love you.
I love her like how you love me.
How can you compare me to a dog??
See. I do lead a pathetic life.
This is such a crappy post.
And yeah by the way.
One thing I haven't open to the public gahh:
Wallie is a female dog.
To some sibling of some one.
I said that 'cause I wasn't confident of myself at that time.
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