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Men's best friend


I was born to this world as men's best friend, Not to be abused or to make this the end. We jump and play, it was all in vain I was named with happiness, Now my name is worthless. I want to speak and ask why But the only answer is bye After the first hit I was layed to rest All the pain and suffering All I was offering Was life.
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Moriel_11
I dislike animal cruelty

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