Monday 1 March 2010

28/02/10

I was holding my pet mouse and it was dead.
I wouldn't let go of it, I refused outright. i stroked it over and over again and sobbed into its back.
then is started scrambling around in my hands, clawing to get free
realising it wasn't dead i let go, for some reason i felt terrified of it
it scuttled away and i knew I'd lost it forever

i thought it would have been better if it was dead, rather than it leaving by choice.
This hurt more

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