Allergy season is ruthless against my lungs. Day in and day out, my asthma breathes its foul stench into my organs and my heart goes pitter patter in quick tempos as it tries to keep up with the darkened air. The throat clenches as the mixture of poison in the air is tugging at my lungs.
Asthma. The curiosity of Asthma.
The coughs grow heavier and heavier as a hand wounds itself to my chest. Collapsing to the floor, a slow, burning hatred is apparent in my mind as I gaze out the window. I see the specks of pollen clinging to the window, and watch with disgust as I cough again.
Nature is cruel, but the insides of a body are far more cruel.
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