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dear googley mommy veronica..
..i know how it feels : believing the words of an 'elder' ...
he is supposed to 'know better'...protect you...
father the kid and you.
i dont think u understood your 'charm'...
your charm : flew with innoscence...
the smile wasnt crooked or intentional ...
it just forces any dog to be nice..
the 'home'...is a joke to me..
after decades of finding my patterns...
i cant even define 'home'..
house is home for me : which seems enough.
an empty house : doesnt attack people..
it lets dem sleep...shields dem from L0 stuff : nature and animals/people.
my home was always < house..
it always had people : who never valued the 'home' which took efforts..
dey likey the money : the size of it...
the appalauds : of people feeling pretty in it.
nothing of this is pretty...
i never wanted you to become part of it...
it was a war : before i came to knew it...
and still is.
which really makes me appreciate the few months of 'work'...
i was again making a 'house' which looked like 'home'.
words : fail with 'us'.
anyways : take care for u wanted to see a 'winner' : till end.
i did want u to 'win' : that was the intent.
but i assumed : u wanted all that...
i dint want any of it....hence it became clear : we made different..
our families are different : our idea of being old is different.
it is dogs' idea of home...which is never his. but feels like it.