Who am I?
What am I?
Who are they?
What are they?
Are our lives and souls entwined?
Or are well all but legged things passing in the light and sometimes night?
Was I always this furry or was I not furry in a life previous to this one?
I think I have a good life but perhaps I do not? Perhaps my life could be better?
Do I really want to know?
Or maybe he just thinks ...
Hungry.
Tired.
Hungry.
Grumpy.
Hungry.
Need love.
No love.
Grumpy.
Hungry.
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