The love from an innocent

Being alive is a gift yet we like to make life hurt what can they do innocent and frail but all we see is something to sell and what is it you ask violence against animals and its written throughout our past but yet they love us even throughout the years of pain but you should wonder why do you like to make the innocent hurt?

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