If I could hold you all in my arms right now I would. I would take all the pain from your lungs. I would halt the wheezes, stem the coughs. I would run through fields with you, unburdened by lack of breath and fortitude. I would add all the years to your life you lost fighting a losing battle. I would make you strong, give you the weight you needed to fight all infection. I would hold you and tell you I know what it’s like. I would bring back loved ones who were taken too early, and tell tales of our times in the city. I would never let you go, never let you suffer, never let you feel alone again. I know I can’t. I know I should not even be near you, for fear of infection. But still, I pray and hope. A cure will be found.
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