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ipjs
English
Speciesism is overlooked. It is really no different from racism and sexism. Animals compare to us in many ways: They feel pain, cry and scream, have family they love and care about. However, they lack voices so cannot act on this themselves, but we can. It is ignorant to believe these animals live their lives to the full, merrily grazing in peaceful green fields and dying a death of no agony when the time comes. Unfortunately, this is far from the truth. Ignorance may be bliss for you but it is certainly not for them. Open your eyes. Born into this cruel world naive enough to trust us, unaware of the living Hell they are destined for when they face the trauma of being torn from their mother and crammed into a cripplingly tiny compartment for most of their life. Endlessly being pushed, prodded and trampled on and off to the slaughterhouse while still an infant or remain in this brutal Hell only to be forcibly impregnated and used as a milk machine. An animal wants to live just as much as us. They are not meat, milk and egg machines. They do not exist to please our gluttonous appetites. Love and protect them like our pets because they are really no different. No being should be born to suffer.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
Born To Suffer
Isolation is no fun anymore. At first it feels like a dark, freeing paradise but then turns into a horribly lonely, hellish cave in the middle of nowhere. You had a choice Disconnection from the world is not as it seems. You push people away, become ignorant of their existence and feel hurt beyond belief when they do the same. You had a choice No one forced this life upon you. You disconnected and isolated yourself. You chose to live like this, so only you can turn it around to see the brighter side of life. You have a choice
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
Choices
She has caught me again. For good this time and she's not letting go. Her skeletal hands are grasped firmly around my neck, her nightmarish voice rings repeatedly in my head. Each and every time I disobey her, the grasp gets a little firmer and the voice gets a little louder. She never leaves. She is slowly but surely killing me, but without her I am nothing.
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Ana
What used to be a rewarding escape is now fourty eight tedious hours filled with self-hatred and regret. Saturday nights spent isolated, wide awake wishing we had never met. Reminiscing about challenging weeks gone by followed by feelings of failure, thoughts of insignificance while I begin to silently cry
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Weekends
I refuse to continue silently creeping through this empty forest with the only company being my darkest demons. I look down and see only a pathway,        nothing but a never-ending grey haze         I reach a dilemma          as the pathway concludes.           It dawns on me that I must change direction            into a golden meadow of many opportunities             or a black tunnel of nothingness,              where I would no longer feel a thing. I remain indecisive
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
Pathway