I hate coronavirus and this is why:
With this coronavirus, I'd surely die.
A slow, and painful death for sure,
With this corona, my life is a blur.
I feel so dead inside my soul.
As I cough and sneeze, I just
kept on asking for a cure,
But the doctor said
"There is no cure".

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