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 If Only They Could Speak Aaaaaaawww! I’m going to die. Giants are attacking me with long sharp things that kill. Noooo! Help, my time has come. They are starting to take off my clothes. They put me on a mattress and they are starting to take off my under pants. I don’t want to disappear like my friends. I’m too young to die. I feel so cold. Timber; there goes my skin my inner layer is the only thing I have left. Don’t take it away from me. There's that machine again- Ok please remember me! Good bye. Why are the giants crying? I should be crying! Not you! I hate you! Are those my mom’s pieces in that hot burning pot? They are turning on the fire! Nooo! Don’t cook my mom! Cook me but not her. I love her. Please leave us alone. We are like you. Ouch, I’m on fire. At least, I’m dying with my mom. Just because giants think that we don’t talk it doesn’t mean that we should die. Judge people the way you want to be treated. It’s not fair! In my family they taught me to treat people the way you want to be treated. In heaven…… I learned that life has curves and edges and we have to face it no matter what! Article posted October 31, 2008 at 04:41 AM • comment (1) • Reads 307 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments  Hi, I like it.
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