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The first thing to go is emotion. What would once cause pain and tears now reflects a blank expression. Horrific details become objective facts. The next thing to go is anxiety. Intense, nerve-wracking procedures become routine. Adrenaline fades into complacency. The last thing to go is compassion. Individual stories become common scenarios played on repeat. The most disturbing details are now comfortably familiar scenes. Reflected in the windshield is my impassive, expressionless gaze As I realize I cannot recall the last time that I cried; As I come to find that I am no longer afraid of the vulnerability of each individual life. It is truly a super human hell that exists for those of us so deeply immersed in this career of defeat and demise.
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