Little faith and disappointment joins the bacteria, viruses, and deadly microbes in the air. It makes for an infectious concoction, that kills what what little hopes I have. For you see I am surrounded by people who infect the air with this dismal poison. It radiates off their bodies and transforms into the cancer I live with. Their negativity blocks out what small rays of sun I have in my life. I walk in the clouded darkness of their sufferings and seek shelter in their shadows. Worst of all these people are the ones who 'care' about me. When in actuality they suffocate me. I'm stuck with them unable of escape. I can only hope one day the rays reach my cheeks the grass grows under my bare feet and the wind wraps around my body hugging it warmly. When life seems carefree and I can sit back and enjoy the simple pleasures of life
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