I would never consider calling
This year as something thrilling
But the retrospective is stoning:
How long ago was it's beginning?
I remember, I was pretty happy,
Had all world just as far as flight app.
Any feeling, request or desire
And I'm buying my tickets ASAP.
I remember, I could hug my people
And have beer with them all, where I please.
In a good way, we were all unequal,
Until this appalling disease
I remember, I liked sweaty concerts...
It just feels like it was years ago.
And the question that makes me so nervous:
Life had changed, but can I do so?
February, 2021
One year
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