Scooter
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I was one-year-old when you labeled me a delinquent.
You gave up on me, and assumed euthanasia was the only solution.
Craving attention, I tried to please you.
You said I was naughty but I was just bored.
It's not enough to tell me I'm cute. I needed you to teach me.
I'm not just a toy.
You held my life in your hands.