6 feet
It is crazy how we live in a world where we do not try to make a change until a life or
death situation is staring us in the face. Until we have to be six feet to save the human
race. Im stuck in a place where I cant get out, putting in all my effort to do everything
but shout. I would do anything at this point to see my family, but six feet we must re-
treat. We need to stand together, or at as close as we can get when this virus is sensit-
ive to things like bad weather. 6 feet I will stand until the streets are not scattered with
bodies covered in sheets
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