Bubble - Poem by Randy Johnson
(This is a fictional poem)
When I was born, I was in a lot of trouble.
I suffer from immune deficiency so I have to live in a bubble.
I've never kissed a girl or even petted a cat.
This bubble feels like prison and I really hate that.
I'm unable to be happy even though I try.
Other people have found happiness, why can't I?
Sometimes I want to leave my bubble so that it will kill me.
I'm so lonely that I cry because I'll never be free.
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