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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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