My Companion
The only thing I need to survive may seem a little strange-
although it's not so much a thing, either-
but the only thing I need
is my companion, my guardian, my reflection,
my...dog.
We live for each other, we inspire each other;
surely, with just the two of us,
we would be able to survive, scrape out a living, even enjoy our lives.
She has shown me utter joy, utter freedom, utter devotion;
she has shown me complete stubbornness, complete belligerence, complete carelessness.
She has shown me the ways of the world and the ways of myself;
surely, with just the two of us,
we could thrive.
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