Life,
is in a huge mess,
with viruses in,
and schools out,
Life,
may once be called the best,
with time within,
and exposing ones whereabouts,
Life,
had no mass,
covering germs within,
hopping unwanted enemies would not go out,
Life,
afterall,
is not life anymore
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Poetic Collection
PoetryA series of poems (+poetic analasis) as I went on with my life. *Contains mainly deppressing poems*
