Perfection You were the perfect one. Everything about you. Perfect. Your hair, eyes, body, voice, everything and anything. You were my dose of perfection. I'm far from perfect, no where close. You were the closest thing I had to perfection. Everyday I would wait to see your perfect face. Until one day you hadn't shown up. It was after I'd taken my medication. You would always be there, waiting to see me. I'd gotten there and mum was in tears, telling me you had passed. You were getting so old, it wasn't a surprise. I didn't cry until I saw your limp body. Your puppy dog eyes. Your little tail no longer swayed when you'd seen me. You were the only one I could talk to. You were perfect.
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