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Days went by since March 16, 2020. Yet things aren't really improving, from what I've observed.

Yes, folks. I envy you, and you, and you, with all the privileges and warmth you've born with.

I am distanced away from the people whom I longed to be with --those who set my heart on His house, ablaze with the love and excitement of the prayers and the bond within.

Something that I can't obtain from the people who lived under the same roof with me.

The targets and the reminders from those on the other side didn't move myself a bit. No blaming, I gave an excuse to myself. I was even in no shape for this. I was caged inside a damp, cold, and dark building. A place build of merely bricks with no light illuminating.

All I heard were whistles and joyful songs. I can't hear the beautiful recitations I've always missed. Perhaps only once in a while, I heard it in a croaked, stuttered voice. A halfhearted and unmoving sound.

Solely I tried to move desperately towards the light. Moi aussi, tried to take them with me, with a voice that no one could even captured. 

Say, I am now submerged in a deep water. Something's tangling on my feet. Kicking and trashing will not work, for I don't even have a willpower myself to burst upwards, moreover to stay afloat.

Anyone, help?