Sometimes I feel I am a dog left inside a small cardboard box worn by the incessant rain of all days. Simply look at the sky and see that it is completely gray makes my heart feel that incredible grief and loneliness every day.
occasionally throw a stray dog \u200b\u200bin my box, but my mission is to nurse him partly because of that has already found a home, sometimes I feel sad when they leave, that leaves a big scar on my soul wither or simply move the tail of happiness saddened.
Many times I saw a pair of hands into my cardboard box, but still no me out of there. From time to time some be kind and put it on my box some umbrellas, but the wind and weather that one guard grabs me the cold rain.
I'm still in there cardboard box with an old leather collar with no name plate, although I hope the warm hands of someone who me out of that site, I hope even while staring at the gray sky on a cold drops fall My face wet from the rain.
But here I am in a heap on the ground soaked and heavy with an affection that seems to be superfluous but fades the more oxidized my medal. Maybe one day I need company may not be too late if you can still hear the tinkle of the rain and the clank of the heavy medal unnamed, seeks an old cardboard box, there'll wait until beyond the end of my days, in that raw loneliness of that sad despair.
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