Fear is all I see

I'm shaking and quaking

I don't know what to do.

I hear the steps coming closer,

which mean I'm closer to more abuse.

They hit,they smack,

they yell, they kick.

Theybe until I can't hardly stand.

Then they leave me little food.

I have little water and no place dry to stay.

I shiver in the winter and pant in the summer.

The night scares me the most,

cause then I can't see who's coming at me.

I cry for help but all I get

is anoter swiftkick.

Cause noone seems to hear or see me.

  

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hindenlangm

These animals have no voice and need us to step up and put an end to their suffering.

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