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They Attacted me.

They attacked me.
Killing my flesh and
Making it bloody and raw.
(This was originally inside of a picture of a cat.)

They attacked my house,
torn to shreds.
They ruined every piece
of furniture and every
possession I have ever loved.
They killed my father.
Murdered in his sleep.
When they found him,
he was covered in fur.
He couldn’t breath.
Murder.
That my children,
is why I hate cats.

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