March 13, 2020 River Stutzman A two-week break, I’ll see you all in April But two weeks turned into two months Two months has now been two years I woke up each day in the afternoon Listened to music, looked at my computer, crying I was drained mentally, on the verge of dying On autopilot Living, sleeping, breathing It wasn't me, I was a prisoner of my own mind Fighting for my life, I wanted it to be the end I prayed to not wake up the next morning I prayed for it to all be a dream I prayed I would be at peace I prayed and prayed and prayed It's been two years with no end in sight Case after case At least I'm in-person again School, theater, events I'm still dying though Just with a mask on A cloth one and a mental one
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