Just woke up? Look outside, the streets are empty. This year, it's just you and me, gotten tried of carrying that device behind your hands? Maybe.. even suicide. Each day gets more paranoid. Did you ever ask yourself, what an unlucky time to exist, to be more precise, 2020. I know how it feels, unblessed, the BLM movement, being alone at home, nowhere to run or hide, simply, your trapped, at base, where all of your life subsides, but now, you figure it's normal. Missed a friend or so? Have you watched the news, because I promise, all you will see is, "gets shot by police officer," and don't even blink, because the virus is just taking it's phase. 2020?, no, it's the year of the empty. (Note: Persona, not how everyone feels, based of my experiences).
