Covid 19

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What is your end game?
Some say you're a hoax. Are you?
Mandatory mask to some, manipulation to others.
And yet, "We Can't Breathe", everything is put on hold.
Can't shake the woe.
High risk no benefits approaching 200,000 deaths.
Experts say vaccinated...
I can't concentrate, no conclusion just an illusion.

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