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*sigh* When you have so much to say and no words to say it with. 

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I sit at the bedside of a dying man for 4 hours a day. Changing, feeding and watching his life slip away through his lips.

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I close my eyes, hear the sirens speed by.

I feel a tug.

It's the old man obliged to life.

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I've lost it.

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