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Everything . . .everything is just falling apart.  Dying, convulsing at my feet.  Staring into space with pleading eyes; I only could watch as life's spark left his timeless green eyes.  I brushed his pearly pink paw with my finger, calling out to him, pleading to understand what exactly, the hell, was happening.  To everything.  To my Everything.  What just . . . he said who?  And the what?  And dafuq?!?  Why?  After everything, I just have to ask WHY?  What haven't I done?  What have  I done?  I'm nothing that I was supposed to be, and sadly I'm starting to think I never will be, that which I was supposed to be.  Which was better than this.  It was supposed to be so, so very much better than this.  Haven't I atoned for the wrongs that I have done?  Haven't I dealt with, and forgiven those who have done wrong against me?  I have always tried to be a kind and thoughtful person to everyone.  People have always wronged, betrayed and bullied me and I just don't understand why.  People I was supposed to trust, due to position or authority, or even to familiarity or fraternity.  But my back has always been a tender target for even the dullest of knives.