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I wrote this after watching a documentary about the mistreatment of animals in factory farms. It’s a work in progress
I was born here. The smell of death, feces, and dying hope was all I ever knew. The helpless cries of pain and agony were my lullabies. They call us animals but even animals-I’m sure, live in better conditions than this. 

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