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Ella

Covid

I dont know where you came from, the truth isn’t something regular people get, but I know what you took.
I know what you did, how you suffocated the life out of the one I would have died for. I know that I have no home now, I couldn’t afford to keep it. I lost my world and was left with this life that only hurts. Grief, and pain, and longing, and suffering, that’s what you leave in your wake. There really are no words.
I don’t know if I made the right decisions with regard to you, i’ll spend the rest of my life wondering if I helped or hurt the love of my life, whether his slow death was avoidable, whether he was murdered or the casualty of nature, if it could have been different somehow.
What have you done? Who have you benefitted in all your murder? I know the politicians maximized your presence to its fullest, turn the knife, take advantage of the pain and fear, they get what they want in the end.
But I have to live with it, I have to eat the pain until my days are done, I don’t know where you came from, but I know what you took.

#covid #covidwidow

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