I know I am broken when I am staring at a picture of a chicken and tears are welling up in my eyes.
Yes, the bird is beautiful, but it’s not that. I am emotional, because things that are gentle and kind penetrate my punk rock armor. I had to become hard to fight this war, and I have tried to do so without losing my humanity. And yet.
We need to make empat…
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