;__; I try not to think about it. And I honestly never thought that I could see puppypiles of snuggles every hour and never ever tire of the cuteness. Puppieeees. *clings*
Why must they grow? Oh dude I could get so worked up into an existential angst if I let myself think about, like, what it all means and the ephemerality of life or whatever. ;_; I JUST WANT PUPPYPILES ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN FOREVER OKAY??
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I think you should write a poem about it.
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there was a pile of puppies
and their cuteness,
it was epic.
then they got bigger.
and less cute.
as things do.
and then they all died.
You mean like that??? ;D
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If the poem had been about kitties, I probably would have cried. I like kitties better than puppies.
I think you should put it in a dark children's book with pictures by Edward Gorey. If only he was still alive.
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