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I saw on the news that people were protesting wearing the cloth masks in public spaces because it violated their rights.
There she is What a selfish bitch Lurcking in the streets Where her infectious venom Spreding like wildfires Lucking me up at home, Isolated but never desolate Disconnected from society
This isn't much different. Just further, more stagnant. I sit in my room with the lights dim, losing track of the days and my brain's caving in but-