The Virus, Days 397–399, Dimondale, Michigan.

I really wish I had something to say that’s not already been said a million different ways. I am consumed by the amount of suffering in the world and the powerlessness each one of us has to effect change in our lifetime. No one does anything until they have to. By the time any of us realize it's time to do something, it's already too late for those who knew long before we did. So the cycle just keeps repeating…

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