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Addie Knight

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

17 poems·Since April 2017

“I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” ―Charles Dickens

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Please, stop!!!

April 21, 2017

Everyday, all I feel is pain.

No love,

Only pain.

I feel hunger, useless, pain.

Physically and Mentally.

I was bought by a man,

Joyful that I would finally have a loving home,

But I was wrong. 

All I wanted was a family who would love me,

All those years being bought and sent back to the shelter,

All because I was just a ugly dog.

Useless dog,

Stupid dog.

Pain ripps through my fragile body as he kicks,

Punches,

Throws,

Burns,

Stabs...

When will it end?

I get punished for almost nothing,

I get punished for being happy,

or for wanting love..

Please, help me.

Please, stop all this.

 

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