I'm here,
locked in my loneliness
inside a bubble
in the time.
Where the minute hand
moves slowly
and my heart accelerated
it moves in an overwhelming uncertainty.

I'm here,
trying to survive
day to day
Where the hope
for a change
of the despotic regime
disappears
and the whole country cracks.
Families are separated
for long distances
and people look like zombies.

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