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Apr 2020
I stay at home.
Out of sight,
while people get sick
but the future is bright.
At least I tell myself that.
Sometimes I believe it.
But other times I feel
like I'm in an endless pit.
The day is nice,
with a sky so blue.
but inside I'm wondering how
this problem grew.
Written by
Cheyenne Hobbs
   Ms Anjaan
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