Charles BukowskiI am too sick to lay downthe sidewalks frighten methe whole damned city frightens me, what I will becomewhat I have becomefrightens me.
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A sick person can be too sick to do anything. They can feel physically unable to function as they once did. They might also be too sick to move and find a new place to live and perhaps even too sick to keep working. If a person is living on the street and is too sick to move or find a new place, they may be too sick to live.
This last case applies especially if the person has no money and the only way to survive is by begging. At such times, you might not want to leave them alone on the street, but you might want to help them escape from this life of desperation.
Source: Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
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