The end is near for me I’m sure. I can’t make this virus become a cure. The game I play has reached its end. Who will still be my true friend. I don’t know where I go next. I feel like a failure with all I text. I only reach for what comes here. I’d rather just crack another beer. The end for me has made its choice. I don’t have any kind of voice. So what can I do yet just give up. My ways have failed with a empty cup.