Inside of my head, in the mist in my mind...there's some pictures of a past, a past that I don't made in time to live.
It was a cold morning, my mummy went out to take some food for me and my two brothers;
My brothers was in our bed, we're always sleep together...it make me feel protect;
I love my brothers...I love my mother, I loved them...
We're alone in the den, it was a nice awake and thinking about it, our fate could be more gentle with us...we're just puppies, we wasn't able to protect ourselves.
Anything should haven't happened...
Suddenly someone introduced in our den...he was so fierce and cruel, I couldn't stop to cry...
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