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Compassionate Fatigue

I am bombarded with sadness, thus all I want to do is to shut the door. They tell me they only have a few months; they tell me their wife have left them. I only know drugs, I feel nothing but resentment for their misfortune. A moment in the life of a pharmacist.

Suy giảm lòng thương; compassionate fatigue

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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