Write My History 2020


Does not feel the same anymore
Feels more like a war zone then home
Smoky air, shootings, fightings, quarantine
Look in the mirror
Who is that staring back?
Don't recognize the face looking back
Full of doubt, anxiety, fear
What's happened to me?
What's going to happen?
So many people have passed
Since the illness was made public
History is written before my very eyes
This is surely one for the history books

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