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Part 13 *Ty’s P.O.V*
I was sick of this jail,
Becoming small and frail,
From lack of food.
This place has changed my attitude.
I was sick inside and out,
Not allowed to roam about,
I had to find a way to get out of this place,
So I could see my wife’s shining face.
So I could stroke my pups and hold them tight,
To show them that their Daddy’s all right.
From this I was given determination to get out,
To find my family and roam about.