Scared
Cant find bread or water hart is racing so is time , struggling to feed my wife son and daughter, am I a failure as a father DONT THINK I CAN HOLD ON ANY LONGER , money is low work has stopped somebody better call the cops ,its anarchy now , people walking around wit mask which hides they face because its stuck on an upside down frown, kill to eat rob to sleep my family not going on the street it's only gona get worse people panicking form starvation and dying of thirst , this keeps up half a million or more final ride will be a hurst.
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