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 If only I could Speak If only I could speak They chose me from the shelf. They separated me from my mother and family. They took me to a completely strange place. Kicking me, kicking me! I keep on bouncing up and down and they shoot me! I can’t stand it anymore. When it’s night I get some rest. When they come, I try to run but I don’t have legs to run and mouth to speak, so I suffer and I want to stay with my family. They kick me and they box me when they are goalkeeper, then the soccer player’s shoot me in a net. My skin peels off. I get very hurt when I hit the wall. Sometimes I ask myself if, I wanted to have a peaceful life with my sister and brother. I want them to feel how I feel so I will be very happy and have fun. When I barely have any color in me, they toss me away in the garbage with smelly diapers and vegetables. Guys! have a heart! Article posted November 21, 2011 at 04:58 AM • comment • Reads 635 • see all articles |
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