A doe running through the corn field, hiding from humanity. Hiding from a disease.
A disease that kills, mutates, to fit its needs.
A disease that will destroy everything in its path,
no matter the consequences.
Humanity is a Disease
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Polaroid
PoetryMoments of time captured through writing. {Cover made by @wreckclifford} WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE MAY OCCUR
