My family deserted me.
people on the street
run from me.
What I have
Is barely contagious.
My fingers and toes
erode away, like
sand in a desert,
and so does the acceptance
from this society
I'm forced to live in a home
with others like me.
No matter if I'm cured
I'll still have to stay here,
in this daycare for the diseased.
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