Empathy

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I’ve become an animal

What ever I do

I don’t want to lose

My fear of death

The seductiveness of medicine

I lost what goes into being a human

To do as much nothing as possible

We’re cruel, they’re cruel

Fighting tooth and nail

They hurt us, we hurt them

But why?

We BUFF, we TURF

Swift revolving door of medicine

Trying to care about their cures

Our hand in their hand

A sense that we could care

An impossible job

Learning how to save myself

From becoming a moss-brained moose

My world is only disease

They want to die

So what?

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