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2009-12-14 / 12:18 a.m. there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed." I was shy of about six years old and I was sat on a steep hill with my older brother and some of his friends. They were throwing rocks at a crow and the bird was being crushed over and over. It was a slow, slow death, his body bending and twisting under the weight. I didn't do enough to stop it and I honestly don't remember if the bird lived or died, but I hope for his own sake that he died. It upsets me no end to think that I allowed something like that to happen. (There. I said it.) |