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My dream


Dive into a world of wounds and scars. Prepare for a job to be curled up in your arms. My daily prayer is Lord qualify me to labor with my hands, because without a passion there is no ground to stand. Use me to guide the sick in your care, because i believe there is no Illness you can not cure. Make me a nurse to nurture the people. Giving them a hope of receiving the right treatment and not the lethal. Not neglecting my purpose that is still in the process to grow, but to continue on with confidence, rejecting negativity, proposing my ability to care for my future patients and not letting go of this desire that burns on the inside. My life has been greatly inspired to become a friend in the nurse uniform, ready to serve and not hurt or harm. I know that i can do it because i am determined and i will succeed.
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Felicia98

I love writing poetry because every word I write, is a taste of fredom in the pen. The best part about poetry is when you are able to bring things out on a deeper level using a story.

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