
Another topical poem from me. At first I was desperate for the pandemic to end. Now I've gotten so used to these restrictions we're living under that it's become habit, and I worry I'll go on living this way forever. It doesn't help I have a social life anyways; I ultimately, like Greta Garbo, want to be alone.
I also want this election season to be over with, but that's a different story. Election years always gave me suicidal thoughts in the past; I wish they wouldn't.
I also want this election season to be over with, but that's a different story. Election years always gave me suicidal thoughts in the past; I wish they wouldn't.
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At least you're not in healthcare like I am. I've seen a few things. Not to mention, I told a friend of mine this: if it takes at least this long to find a vaccine, imagine how long it will take to find the cure against this virus. As if that's not bad enough, with the holidays coming up, that means people will be seeing family in person instead of using the internet. Guess what that means? That's right! Another sharp rise of COVID-19 cases for breaking social distancing orders! That means more work in the hospital. Not my cup of tea but sometimes, we must be prepared for the worst as much as possible.
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