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Depressive diary I wrote about horse slaughterCategory: (general)
Monday, 30 January 2012
05:11:36 AM (GMT)
What do you want from me? I was your friend. I could've been anything. But now I am
gone. You used to think I was beautiful. Until you killed me. I shed my blood for
you, I shed tears for you, I died for you. Why? I am in pain equalled only by eternal
hell. I watched my friends die. Now I am going to die. Why did I deserve this? I was
your friend. We were a team. You loved me and I loved you. So why did you kill me? I
was not born to die. You have betrayed me. I have nothing. Stop the pain, end the
abuse. End horse slaughter! Common racehorse fate: Run fast or die. I ran my heart
out for you. I tried my best. I went as fast as I could. But it wasn't good enough.
Now I am gone. Why did you kill me? Why the slaughter? I am dead. I am gone. Is that
good enough? I am in Heaven, in God's hands. But I didn't want to leave you. 

One day, you patted me goodbye and put me on a truck. I couldn't move, let alone
breathe. Then we arrived at the slaughterhouse. I was kept in a pen and I didn't have
any food or water for a few days. I lost weight. My time on Earth was nearly up. But
then 2 men came for me. I pricked my ears and looked at them. But they hit me with
whips and took me to a huge, metal house. There was blood everywhere, and dead
horses. All I could smell was fear and death. But I was too weak to run. They took me
to the killbox, and I was standing in blood. They gave me a shock to the head which
knocked me off my feet. I got up and they did it again. This time I couldn't get up.
They hung me upside down, and they skinned me. I was too weak to kick. I finally died
after they cut my hide off. I loved you. I didn't want to leave. But you sold me. Now
I am gone. Stop the pain, end the slaughter. End horse slaughter.

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