Forgotten Faces
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Last published Mon, Jun 27, 2011
" You brought me to the car, and got in with me in the back seat. It appeared as if we were going for a car ride. You drove to an unfamiliar place, and slowed down. The car door opened and you shoved me out. I turned around and waited for you, but you never got out. Instead you closed the door and sped off down the road. I believed you would come back, i have been for the past 3 years. "
He sits here in this penned in area, where the staff isnt to kind. The months of neglect and being starved led to this aggressivness. He couldnt take it anymore and finally escaped, but he is just led back to where he was 3 years ago. On the streets.
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