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Night is falling, darkness closes in, reality fades and isolation takes hold. The walls close in, my senses explode. I’m squeezed by the vice of the unknown and bound by the ghost of uncertainty. I can not breathe, my lungs collapse, I gasp. My heart is reduced to the tick of a clock. Each tick a countdown toward impending doom. My soul begs the darkness for mercy and release from these bonds. A specter appears. A shape without eyes, without a mouth yet speaks these words, “ this is death, in isolation or for real, take you pick”. Sincerely, covid19.
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
Forced Isolation...
Night is falling, darkness closes in, reality fades and isolation takes hold. The walls close in, my senses explode. I’m squeezed by the vice of the unknown and bound by the ghost of uncertainty. I can not breathe, my lungs collapse, I gasp. My heart is reduced to the tick of a clock. Each tick a countdown toward impending doom. My soul begs the darkness for mercy and release from these bonds. A specter appears. A shape without eyes, without a mouth yet speaks these words, “ this is death, in isolation or for real, take you pick”. Sincerely, covid19.
Living with covid19
anvillan
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
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