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Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal |
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FRESH AIR I skipped town because I was only supposed to take medication for a week. I figured this was the only way I could get fresh air without being stalked and bothered by my family who want to lock me up forever. But I'm not sick. They're a bunch of crooks and thieves who mean to trap me like some animal in a cage. I'm not some cripple that needs to be fed and watched day and night. I'm not talking to anybody. I need some fresh air. They want to lock me up and throw away the key. LADYBUG A ladybug bit me. Now her black spots have been transferred onto my skin, which is turning red. I am growing wings. I have a craving for green leaves and green grass. My toes are falling off. I need some help. The black spots won't come off with soap, neither will this red skin I now have. I'm almost weightless and small like a ladybug. I FEEL FINE I feel fine. Still, I believe, the world is totally against me. Everyone's trying to cause me problems. I'm sick from all the meds. Do they want to help me, or do they want to kill me? I don't fee; it is fair. The medicine doesn't work. I don't want to take it. I know they say they care and want to help me, but I know myself. This body belongs to me. What I need is to be left alone. |