Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Wounded Minds A person waits outside a room, from whence a doctor will come. A friend or relative matters not, a loss is what will happen. This one cries out in silence, seeking an escape. A mental escape for his tortured mind and overworked emotions. A doctor comes from the operating room takes off his bloodied gloves, and a frown is hidden behind the mask, which watched a person die. Common is this in the hospital ward, more than the cries of mourners. Dead and dying breed only orphans and corpses but do lie. Each bloodied glove means one less parent, a grave in a child's life. For once where proud and radiantly stood, now lives a wounded mind. [Apothecary ]
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