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  So the world has forgotten  how to breathe. All of us are dying. All of us are alone. Yet some are together. Sometimes it feels like  nothing has changed. But yet  there is a feeling. A feeling that yes, things are definitely not the same.

Something is missing. What it is I can not say. It's like something that you forgot to pick up at the grocery store  and  you can't remember what it was. Kinda like that nagging feeling that you left the oven on. It feels like I should be doing something. Something useful. Something meaningful. Something important. But I have no clue of what it is.