Hitting the Soul

April 19, 2010
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Darkness surrounds me as I huddle against the wall.
With nowhere else to escape to, I felt very small.
My skin is raw and my fur matted and torn,
While my body hesitantly stands, weak and worn.
My master staggered towards me, not able to walk right.
I thus began to bark at him and try to bite.
I could only watch though as his hand rose up.
Why would he do it, I’m just an innocent pup.
But the hand came down on me with a thrashing pain.
My frail body fell to the cold ground in vain.
He began to kick at me then broke out the whip.
My eyes fell dark and my life began to slip.

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