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When you get it, you view life different. You see a reason why to live. When they leave you isolated you have time to think of everything you went through. Regrets, adventures, and your love life. Remembering might lead me to depression. I am sick of my past in how I treated others. Sometimes I do not recognize myself when I hit replay so many times. When they speak of my reputation I want to walk away in shame if I ever saw my reflection during that moment my head would hang so low in embarrassment.
I always thought corona virus was not true, only a way to cause panic and everyday death. They say corona is something huge but when I drive around the block or when I go to school, I see so many people at the park and at the auction. When I buy a slushy at 7/11, I see the cashiers and some buyers wearing no masks. Nowhere is safe.
But I am worse than all of them I hate wearing the mask, it suffocates me; instead of helping me it made me crazy I feel so sick wearing the mask it is the shield to the fresh air I want to breathe in, so I took it off exposed to the dangers. Few weeks later I could not taste my torta, the freshness of the bread, tomatoes, and lettuce tasted like sandpaper, so plain. But even so I felt this I kept going on my life, who knows how many people got affected, for not recognizing the symptoms or never less caring about others. I guess that is my problem, I am too self-centered to not see what's rights in front of me.
Instead of feeling normal like other days I felt a wave of extreme tiredness and felt like a drunk trying to stand straight without falling. Sometimes I wished I would have listened but if I grew up more mature and open minded would I still got corona, would I never lost my friends, would I never disappointed my parents. Never in the world would I thought I gotten the virus, until that faithful day where I felt like the real victim, weak, lost, and vulnerable.
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