Breaking the Pattern—A Song of August (Dickers)

Had to stay quietly at home, and the epidemic hit all the people everywhere; the firewood, rice, oil, and salt in the family had been consumed day by day, and it was difficult to maintain the current situation. Heart was very tangled.

Can't bear to just sit and wait for death, but when look around, I hit a wall everywhere; Can't help but sigh. What should I do? In desperation, I can only wait for the wind of September to break through the cage of October.

-Sadness and separation!

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