I wish to keep this short

As your calendar seemed so very long.

You’re cruel and apathetic—you kill as a first resort,

To the folds of history you go unmissed—where you belong.

May a prodigy never follow in your footsteps, trying to supersede your long shadow

For I fear it may doom us all if we aren’t careful and we if aren’t prepared and stocked aplenty. 

I wanted you to know—while the numbers will plateau

We will never forget your indifference. Goodbye and good riddance 2020.

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