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Living my life like it's golden.Living my life like im chosen.I am no longer broken.I am beholden, unfolding.Say in motion like the ocean, rolling.
Mask up Six feet apart please Forget your own name You won't need to speak Don't cough in public Wash your hands Remember hand sanitizer Follow the demands The virus is super bad
Our greatest thoughts come in when we feel locked in our own vaults. We either... write them down, draw them out, or keep them in. But we make sure they aren’t forgotten
Come here They whisper of a re-entry When all that has plagued you is left behind and you are living in bliss tenfold than the sorrow you endured In this mystical place far from the World and her terrors
The year 2020 started clear like a visionEverything was working without need for revision But a virus appeared that disrupted our health Closing down businesses and disrupting our wealth Scientists worked hard to search for a cure
I wear my mask not for me, but for you For your children For your parents and grandparents With their cancer, heart disease, and asthma I fear for their lives The sickness is brutal
It began with wings, leathery skin of a night dweller. Hiding in plain sight under the veil of darkness. It could not live nor die, it only was. Coated in toxicity and bathed in the very blood that worshiped it.