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What will happen when i cant give you what you want from me? 
When you can't cry about him, because I'm crying about you.
When you realize you make me feel tenfold worse than he does you because at least he actually aknowledges your feelings, probelms, and thoughts. I'm a street puppy that you pet when you want to make yourself feel good. The one you talk to about your dog at home and how you're getting another one from a shelter soon hopefully, because shelter dogs need a good home. And then, you walk away and leave me in the street, already daydreaming about the rest of your life. You might leave scraps, the test of your lunch, thinking that this small kindness will make my wolrd explode with joy. The saddest part, is that it kind of does. To know you thought about me for even a moment in your day, enough to care about me. I can't ever really decide if thats good or bad but I'm trying to do what i can to think positively about how much i cry when you talk about him, and the new guy. You prefer beagles and chihuauas and im a pitbull. Im sorry i can't be your type. Im sorry i dont fit the type that you wamt im the group photo. Im scared. Im scared you're goong to go... And you won't think of me. You won't leave me anything. Not even a memory.