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Jun 2020
Searching for words to describe these strange feelings and struggling to bring a way to make sense of what is happening.
There is so much chaos in the atmosphere causing so much despair these sensations are frightening.
A whirlwind of emotions and anxiety destroying control in the struggle of power, when a minute feels like it is taking an eternity but a whole week appears to be gone in an hour.
There is no point in going through this stress and it will serve no purpose other than to hold us frozen in fear, and the only outcome of this whole debacle will be feeling desperate to be anywhere but here.
We need to be as friends and not as enemies because the pain and conflict just has to stop, it’s us against us in this fight and the truth is that nobody is coming out on top.
Written by
David Oliver
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