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#CoronaVirus
Social isolation had forced an eerie silence upon them. While fear haunted their existence, one question was at the forefront.The evidence of untold truth.The fear of the unknown.
When was this going to end?When we as people seek refuge and close all door until the passing. The longer we ignore instructions given and bury information given it will be a lapse in order and definement.We as a people if can be structured and tolerated we can be a movement. The idiocracy amongst rumors, nay sayers, followers, and leaders, for a fellowship of destruction to say the least. We wont and speak togetherness, and moral standards with stability. If we can have compassion, compromising, debatable in the living.The world we would better accept reoccurring acts of pandemic history with the present and future displacements. Now given untruth to uphold and living with these mandated laws. Life is life and however these ways of life where way before people. So were acknowledging anything or anyway we are first individuals. But when we have to act as one it will be a confusing process. To have to act in one way with different thoughts, minds, bodies, and movements will always look like a disarray. Because everyone wants to do what they want however and whenever even in a catastrophy, pandemic, to traffic and even staying in line. The receptive value that needs to be received but is not followed puts now everyone in a one place value with no stipulations. Now its either wise up and listen or we all be held accountable for levels and categories of...