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Jan 2017
what is time?
time is how the gods measure our life's
when we are gone, and their counting us as trophy's
" my human has 10 more years then yours"
fighting like children
is that all we are?
trophy's?
" no, mine has 20 months more!"
no
No
NO
i refuse to be a trophy in someones case
i will take a knife to my wrists and scream as i cut into my skin
" oh no. they're broken, throw them away"
                         well, i would rather be broken then be a trophy
Written by
gracie breaux  ND
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