I believe it was then, that I finally understood myself.
I sat not that far from her, watched how she laid and even though I knew she was suffering, she didn't whimper or whine.
Instead she looked calm, peaceful even as she continued to breathe her last few minutes of life.
Something so innocent and pure wasted away right before my eyes.
Here I am the very definition of all things deranged and inhumane. Mourning deaths that were beyond my control.
Yet, I cannot help but think of the what ifs. Is this what makes me human? Having some sense of empathy for things such as these?
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