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Post by admin on Sept 30, 2009 18:51:10 GMT -5
 What if...
You could run the streets, free of a chain or leash?
What if...
You could dig in the trash, and not be yelled at?
What if...
You no longer had to feel the harsh hand of your angry master?
What if...
What if what? When you think of a stray, you think of a wild canine, liberated of all command, with no hierarchy or worries, free of all troubles. They don't have to go to school, they don't have to work, or be stuck in traffic, they don't even have to do homework.
But really, look under the surface, look past the face that to you isn't burdened by the stress of every day life. If you really look. You will see something more.
You will see the troubled tales, the story of how this creature took it's place among the damned. You will find that it has to worry everyday about where it's next meal will be, or what it will be. You will notice it sleeps without shelter.
We're not going to shine this up with cute words and rainbows.
Enter reality, and you will find, it isn't what you expected.
It is
BROKEN.
(PG.13)
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