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Lucy the Day She Was Rescued.
and I am a puppy mill survivor,
…and a puppy myself.
Where I was born, I do not know.
Where I lived had bars and dirt.
What I ate was meager.
At 6 months I was raped til pregnant;
over and over again.
My puppies were taken and sold,
never knowing my love.
Life was lonely and painful.
I never had a friend.
The day I got too sick for a profit,
was the day I was dumped,
on a dusty desert road,
to die alone as I had lived.
♥p.o.martig
