5.10.11.
The death of my Goldfish Marcel.
You probably think, "It's just a fish, you'll get over it, just get a new one."
No. He was my bestfriend.
I bought him as an old fish, with a broken fin, because I felt bad for him.
you should've seen how happy he was in my tank,
But now, the tank is empty.
I refuse to flush him down the toilet,
He's getting burried under a flower. To show how special he is.
& if you're still reading this,
I LOVE YOU
R.I.P Marcel. -Never forgotten.