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05/11/2025

05/11/2025

I remember your face pressed against mine.

Your tears were warm — they smelled like sorrow and confusion.

You used to call me baby. You said I was safe.

I trusted you. I believed you.

Every touch, every scrap of food, every word you whispered was a promise I carried in my small heart.

And then came this day.

Your hands trembled. You cried, but you didn’t stop them.

You turned away while they closed the gate.

Now I wait in this truck, surrounded by fear, wondering why the love I knew ends here.

You raised me for this moment — not for life, but for death.

All the kindness, all the comfort… was only preparation.

If love can end in a slaughterhouse, was it ever love at all?

05/11/2025

05/11/2025