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I witnessed the most horrible death last night at work.
I can't get it out of my head.
Sometimes I wonder how I'm supposed to just go on like nothing happened after seeing such horrible things. Maybe it gets easier with time, but I don't actually want to get to the point where I don't feel, when people's lives (and deaths) don't matter to me.
I feel so bad that he was alone, but I'm also so glad that his loved ones didn't have to see his last moments and all that bloody ooze coming out of him.
I can't get it out of my head.
Sometimes I wonder how I'm supposed to just go on like nothing happened after seeing such horrible things. Maybe it gets easier with time, but I don't actually want to get to the point where I don't feel, when people's lives (and deaths) don't matter to me.
I feel so bad that he was alone, but I'm also so glad that his loved ones didn't have to see his last moments and all that bloody ooze coming out of him.