Wish The weeks go by, the fourth, the fifth, And normalcy’s become a myth. I want to hug, I want to hold, I want this deadly scourge controlled. I want to walk amidst a crowd. I want to lift this morbid shroud. I sit, sequestered in my home, And yearn to mingle, travel, roam. My […]
via “ The weeks go by, the fourth, the fifth, And normalcy’s become a myth… My energy is out of whack — I want my normal problems back.” — Art of Quotation
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3) To be made into a film.
