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Rob Dec 2020
Time is passing as though I am dreaming
The hours slip by, days have no meaning
I am merely an observer, not a participant
During this life-preserving effort of partial imprisonment
How easy it is to complain, but one must refrain
As there are those in far graver circumstance than I
For normality will resume once again
But not for some, with no loved ones in sight

— The End —