I am the Neglected.
With my neck in the collar
and the collar to the leash,
I have nothing to live for,
except eating loose meat.
I once had a mother,
she understood me,
Now I have nothing
I live in my pee.
My "owner" neglected me,
never gave me food,
tied me up to this faucet,
left me to bleed.
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