What are your deepest secrets that you would like to share before you d.i.e?
When I was little I had the dog named domie. He was everything to me. He would sleep with me, and he was my best friend. Anytime I felt like I wanted to hurt myself he was always there for me. And when he would lay on my bed I would tug on his tail or leg. I never meant to hurt him but I did. Then he started to limp and limp and it got so bad we had to put him down. And I regret ever doing that to him and blame his death on me.
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