It is a strange word across the seashore, in ten feet under, hearing a massive thunder crashing through into the skies on earth, I don't like to wear an off-land face mask every time straight ahead, It isn't the future I remember, the pandemic is exact same thought too, It drives me crazy enough, I am so scared on that spot, terrified, terrified, terrified, I'll be scream out to my lungs nonstop over and over again, the heart actually have pain inside of it, I don't want my own dreams to be crushed in layers, I am a player in the kind world, if I think to work very close indeed, every inch of the state itself alone, the nationwide is a friendly place to be out there, it's alright to be afraid of that easily, I get a bit of scariness a lot around in corners, I rather take both my legs down right on the capitalized capital to beg them to take away quarantine, it shall be a best to serve their own communities alive
Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-16-22
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