Emergency Medical Technician
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Tick tock to a halt; it’s one, then two, then stop
Her breathing slows, her small throat swells
Tears are rolling down her cheeks
It may seem morbid, it may seem wrong
But I’m not ashamed of how I feel
Who comes to help you,when you are dying?Who comes to help you,when theres a fire?Who comes to help you,when your on the highway and bust a tire?
The art of saving isn’t hard to master.
Just a few months of training will do. Still,
The first death always feels like a disaster.
We spend countless hours studying and working,
