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Was there ever such a great day, was there?
Did my bare feet ever touch the ground,
were flowers my shield and did Mother Nature embrace me?
I tell myself this was me indeed.
It was me who cared, wanted to touch.
I loved to kiss and cuddle so much,
even hugged the tree with tumours in the backyard.
So full of life, love, joy and with empathy and...
I lost all of what once was me.
Four hundred and twenty-four days ago
I was surrounded by bullies, threatened, raped,
close to bankruptcy.
The ugly introvert, nerd was ignored.
Allergies, burn-out, tough life.
Single, no caring husband or wife.
No kisses, hugs or warm embrace.
I was a big mess.
Indeed I was in need.
I know no one ever listens to me.
Eyes filled with hate remained blind.
Daze for reality name negativity.
Just like the world, my life and personality.
I embrace the pandemic that doesn't hurt me.
Suddenly I am accepted, I count, am the same.
No longer alone, all misery is gone.
Finally, each one of us has to stay at home.
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