Wed, 05/08/2019 - 21:37 -- Guuse11

I never really went out

Stuck in Northridge

Stuck at Home

I couldn't go out

When I moved

For the first time

Nothing much changed

The second time neither

Nor the the third

But the Fourth

I sticked around 

Made an effort

And now

I go out

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