Quarantine

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Four walls and an empty room.
Am I dying; or is it just a cold?
Staying up late, past three.
What day is it?
Don’t ask me.
It’s been five weeks now,
No time to sleep.
Just me, my bed
and a tv screen.
Getting bored with nothing to do.
Let’s clean my room!
Six weeks now and I'm all alone.
I wanna go out,
but Corona said "no."
Days get longer;
room gets messier.
Somehow, someway
I will survive;
Maybe a few more days.

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