Daily Quarantine Poetry
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I have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight up rants thrown in there. This surves mostly as a journal for me so I dont loose my poems. Just a background for anyone who decided to read it I have really bad lungs so I have been for the most part shut into my homes. This is mostly for me so I can document it but if someone for some reason does decide to read I hope you enjoy them. Also just a warning I have depression and anxiety and tend to have suicidal thoughts so that will more than likely make it into at least a few of these. Hope y'all are staying safe.
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