loveanimals
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Everyday I eat your flesh
I dress in your skin
I see you cry for help
But you are just an object
You satisfy my thirst
I ignore your suffering
The way you are treated
You are not human
Her job was to help people through helping animals.
She was a veterinarian riddled with headaches.
We were made from the same mold, she said.
An 18 month-old bulldog (still a puppy) came into the clinic.
My dream job is to work somewhere in the tropical areas
like Africa or Australia
Sharing my heart to those wild animals
