9.21.17
throughout life unwritten lines are drawn
how you want to be treated
things you desire
your aspirations in life
days pass and every move made is to your specifications
but what happens when you no longer have [control]
what happens when you are i n ca p a c i t a t e d
unable to make your wishes known
unable to say
just.let.me.die
Written by my girlfriend who is a super duper depressing nurse who watches people die all day in various hospital rooms, at 10:33 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.
The Deconstruct 
Just stumbled upon this poem. I understand that being a medical professional you are exposed to more sufferings. But that is wherein the beauty lies. People and things will always come and go ,as everything is bound to expire. The important thing is that you give them your best while they are with you. And the belief in life-after-death gives a greater meaning to this drama of life. I apologise if my comments have offended anyone…
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