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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