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I haven't left the house in days. People I now have gotten sick and I am in hospital as I write this.
I walk around the streets, everybody's heads are down, face hidden by a mask, trying to protect themselves from the virus. It sits there lurking in the dark looking for the weak before breaking into your immune system sending pains like sharp knives into your lungs. It is no longer safe outside no matter if you're rich or poor, the virus does not discriminate.
All shops are closing, putting us in place for a recession. Crime will go up and yet again I will no longer be able to go outside.
I miss friends. I miss family. I miss my life.
I walk around the streets, everybody's heads are down, face hidden by a mask, trying to protect themselves from the virus. It sits there lurking in the dark looking for the weak before breaking into your immune system sending pains like sharp knives into your lungs. It is no longer safe outside no matter if you're rich or poor, the virus does not discriminate.
All shops are closing, putting us in place for a recession. Crime will go up and yet again I will no longer be able to go outside.
I miss friends. I miss family. I miss my life.