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And silently they disappeared
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The world was a busy place.
I couldn't go anywhere without feeling nearly overwhelmed by the hustle bustle of the people going about.
Sometimes things moved too quickly; Sometimes it was just a bit too loud, but I made my way through as best as I could doing my best to feel normal.
I felt this pull to help people in moments of need. If I saw danger or an opportunity to better people, I'd jump at it. Eventually I noticed people didn't want the help, let alone to even look at me.
A pandemic came and I told everyone all the way up to it what was happening, what was next. I told them about 2020 to 2030 and what this decade holds. Intrigued but indifferent and unable to absorb the memory of what I've told them, they just kept moving. Just kept going about things as they would.
The shots came and it was 50/50. People were extremely skeptical at first, but soon they succumbed to pressure and were inoculated with an experimental mRNA poison.
People began having reactions almost immediately. Some women in my life started having difficulties getting pregnant. There were blood clots, strokes and a few deaths.
The people grew quiet.
It's almost as if the truth were too much to bear for them.
The grief spread as did the depression.
People were in denial.
"Where are all the workers?" They said. "People just don't want to work anymore."
And I began thinking to myself... Where has everybody gone?
There were deaths in my own family and many just weren't the same.
I began to notice places were just empty. The parks were empty. People either weren't going to these places, or there just weren't any people.
When I went into nature and didn't have people around for a time, I always missed them. Even in disagreement, the company of others is vital to mental stability in a world built on society. To be truly alone, actually truly alone, is either a choice that is difficult to maintain or a burden given by disaster.
I wondered where the children were. I never heard or saw them playing. I stopped seeing newborns and babies. Even elderly folks began fading from my presence.
There were less people, and those that remained didn't seem to notice outwardly. Yet.
And silently they disappeared.
I prayed to God to take me.
What is my purpose if there are no women left capable or willing in providing children?
If I were the last one left, why would I have any reason at all to live?
The delaying of an inevitable end with no new beginnings.
A slow crawling extinction in the midst.
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