I’m being attacked every time the weather changes or dust kicks up. Asthma can be deadly.
It slap me and I slap it back.
It pushed me so I shoved it back.
It knocked me down to my knees.
But Im not strong enough now to push back.
Barely reaching for my inhaler and taking a puff
I told Mr.Asthma enough is enough
its nice to read this kind of article.
my father suffering from asthma today… i feel sad!
dont want to die
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