One rule for them, one rule for us.

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They go out, party to party

while I go to the park in my mask.

They stay out late into the night

while I sanitise my hands after my weekly shop.

They wake up with a hangover

as I get tested.

My result is negative

but what's theirs?

But does it even matter;

because they're just living 

while I'm surviving. 

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