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Do all six-year-olds know what death is? Or is it only children of war?
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Only fabric, layers of skin, and placental fluid seperate it from the terrors of this world.
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It was a quiet day, a good day where hopes and dreams would be traded. Where sweet childhood memories would be revisited.
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But no matter how many times I see it, no amount of warning can prepare me for the sight of a human struggling for breath. This is not normal and it never will be.
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For every life I can’t save during my shift, one more drop of blood becomes a part of me. No matter how many times I wash my hands, our martyrs’s blood seeps beneath my skin, into my cells. By now it’s probably encoded in my DNA.
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