?Title? Melancholy run Clouds hide the sun Darkness creeps along the side Determined— I will not break my stride Thought viruses want to spread I’m aware, shift my mind instead My vaccine is knowledge, curiosity I’m allowed to give myself generosity I will keep my eyes on the horizon I carry my own light, no need for compromisin’
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