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The Doctor

by @adam-miles-christopher-bell

Please stop crying, takes your hands off your ears I want to help you. Your moans of anguish and pain hurt my soul, I wish to help you. I will. I will. I have to stay calm, motivate myself. He is just ill, And illnesses can be cured And I can do this. I can. I can. He's only been here for a short while Yet he screams as if he were possessed I offered my help, I did all I could But found him dead in his room. I didn't help him. I couldn't help him. I wish I did.
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Written by
adam-miles-christopher-bell
20 / M
Published
Jun 28, 2015
Time
1m
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Please read my other poem "Insanity" after/before this to understand it.

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#death#mental#insanity#help#insane#doctor#hospital#cure#part2
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