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Blindness

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I'm exhausted of hearing
the same drip drop
of the rain
on my windows.
I'm tired of telling
you stories
of my past.
I want to escape
to a world,
unknowing
what I'll encounter...
and I don't want
to be wearing
these dark sunglasses
on my eyes.
The dark circles tell
their own story,
about all the long nights
of my wails and cries.
I want to write to you
of my own times of glory-
I don't want you
comforting me
with lies.





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