Virus

Gradually picking me apart, aiming at my weakness like you would an arrow to a target; a virus has found its way into my life. Infecting things that I value, it slipped through my fingers and water washed descending from my eyes. The tears capsule with dirt streamed down my face and my pores tightened instinctively. This virus stung, and dug deep but with tightened pores the dirt started to dry and dust off my face, and with that, I conquered and I feel new again, new to conquer another level of life, seventeen.

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