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A Morticians' Hospital

If you sit in a hospital room long enough it looks a lot like a funeral home If you hear a doctor say they don't know what to do anymore enough times it sounds a lot like a mortician asking about the funeral arrangements When you watch the lines on a heart monitor flutter out of rhythm enough times it feels a lot like your own has stopped beating When you sit in an ambulance reciting someone's medical history enough times you almost want to beg them to drive slower As you're standing in the middle of the funeral home you'll realize it's more calming than a hospital room ever could have been When you hear the sirens and it registers in your mind they can't possibly be coming for her you'll look down and finally see what you've done
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forevrmourn
Published
Feb 12, 2015
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#love#depression#worry#pain#illness#sadness#death#loss#health
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