'socialdistance'
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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-
