The Quarantine
Waking up, hoping, but realizing nothing will ever change, the hours, minutes, go by
nothing changing, more people getting sick and more people going crazy because of this
trying to find ways to keep on living the best lives we can, but again realizing nothing
will ever change, can't see the ones we love, can't play, nothing will be the same.
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