Every time I wonder if animals feel the same as we do. I wonder if animal pain tolerances differ as opposed to humans because we are just so fucking sensitive. We shed a tear for such idiotic reasons, such as vegans protesting for a modification in diet. "Animals are tortured" this; "Animals are abused" that. But is that not the same as to when a lion hunts, tortures and kills they're prey? such as a fawn?
I'm Mera, shortened for "Merida", I removed the "i" and "d" because my mothers ex-boyfriend, who she still obsesses over, used to always over sexualise my name when saying it, he's dead now. Whenever my teachers call me by "Merida" I want to grab a knife and stick it right down their obnoxious throats. But I obviously can't. I'm in 10th grade, a sophomore, living in Minnesota, USA. Is it just me or do people really fucking hate their lives here? Well... I don't blame them. I was birthed out of my mother's cunt in 1976, I was a mistake; she couldn't keep her pussy away; that's why I live with my biological father, who also despises her. My dad hunts for deer, mostly fawn, as he taught me, "they're more juicy". He's been teaching me how to hunt, ever since the divorce of his wife, to recover the pain and mental abuse my mom inflicted onto me.
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FAWN
Mystery / ThrillerTeenage girl Mera, who enjoys hunting, is fulfilled to have the prospective to pursue something sinister. A teenage girl and her father go deer hunting every weekend in Minnesota, United States, in 1992. They hunt deer, and just deer.
