I got up early this morning and went for a walk because I couldn't sleep. And I was having a jolly good time until a bird flew right past me and dropped a dying bird in front of my feet. I stood starring at it for a good 10 minutes and then decided to try and save it, which is stupid really because I don't know where the vet is in Winchester and I know absolutely nothing about birds but I couldn't just carry on my way. So it took me another 10 minutes to pluck up the courage to pick it up, and I turned it around to see what it was hurt and saw half of it's little face ripped right off. So I crapped myself and dropped it on the floor and practically ran away. It was horrible, actually wanted to cry. And now I feel like the worst person in the world for leaving that poor little bird to die.
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