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One missing piece

When the day ends bad, I'm wary of the night,
I lay down and try to sleep with all my might,
But its not so easy, to close up and doze off,
Coz all the stress in the day isn't quite enough,
My mind wants more of thoughts and retrospection,
More of all the regrets, remembrance and reflection,
This is the time when I need you to console,
Just when I am all but sucked into this huge black hole,
I miss the most what I never had and always wanted,
Someone to make me feel less scared and daunted,
Someone to rely on every day and day-after,
Someone who can bring back all the lost laughter,
Or maybe just share with me in my quietest silence,
And help me count the imaginary sheep over the fence,
Someone who understands my thought through my eye,
Someone who doesn't talk scold, reprove or lie,
Who asks no questions or explanations,
And understands all these crazy complications,
That plague me and my whimsical, mad brain,
Someone who will never ever fake or feign,
Whatever I need in the utmost measure,
Just for his own gain and pleasure,
Someone who will take away all the hurt and pain,
Without any selfish greed for personal gain,
Someone who loves me more than the world,
And considers me more than just a little girl,
And this is when I utterly pine for the most,
That which I had so unfairly and truly lost,
A childhood gone barren, a teenage soulless,
Just because of a single companion less,
A little tail-wagging, furry beauty,
Who doesn't need any rules or duty,
Who would add an air so divine,
A bark, a whine, a beautiful shine,
To my little house, its windows and doors,
As he prances around on all little fours,
A sibling, a child, a brother true,
To grow up with me and protect me too,
I miss you Oh puppy I never had!
I miss you so much it makes me sad,
And if ever another childhood is bestowed on me,
You, and me, inseparable we shall be,
And while this is not usually to be done,
You shall surely be my Horcrux number one. :)

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