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Apr 2011
War
I watched him die.
Excruciating?
More for me or for him I will never know.
I watched as his body disintegrated right before my eyes.
Once fat with a glow,
Turned to pure skin and bones.
A middle class man in America to look worse than a child starving in Africa.
I would have not thought it possible before I watched.
I watched him die.
And I did nothing.
Written by
Kelsie Cameron
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