Dog meat and Despair at 23
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Last published Sat, Jul 12, 2025
A world that's dystopian, and on most days, painfully normal.
Dear reader,
That's the world I live in.
I'd like to believe my redemption was my own doing.
That I was the hero in my story.
But it wasn't me.
It was someone else.
Someone who taught me how to love.
How to forgive.
How to live.
Someone who killed dogs for a living.
In a world where our stomachs are filled with dog meat and our bodies full of symptoms,
how has no one put two and two together?
What if-
Dog meat caused the illness.
Hear me out:
What if eating dog meat is the illness?
What if-just what if-we made ourselves sick, and refuse to admit it?
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