Dear sweet girl,
In a few years time,
It'll be a messed up world.
Face masks and crime.
A virus spreads through the air,
Stealing lives away.
It's not fair,
It's happened for the last 662 days.
I hope it goes,
One day it will.
We have hope,
And a virus we can kill.
"Dear older me,
Is growing up fun?"
Well it's not what they told me,
I just wanna run.
I was in year 7,
Didn't know what would change.
I was eleven,
Now it's so strange.
People you are with,
Because of the outbreak.
If you test positive,
You'll be avoided like the plague.
