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Blood covering my hands and face
My laugh is laced with so much pain
Tired of people hurting me
Killing me
Now it's their turn ........
to feel the pain they put me through

I may be slightly broken but that don't mean I'm destroyed. I'm a little fuck up but that make me who I am. I have a sweet side but don't mistake that. I can rip your throat out laughing and crying at the same time

Service dogs
Not all hero wears capes
Some have four paws
They love us with all of are flaws
They help us even if we can't see it
It's pretty lit
Some are blind
Some are vets
Some need them for anxiety and depression
With no question
Service dogs are just heros in fur coats with four paws and a wagging tail.

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