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NeedI don’t want to sit here, Anymore. And Watch Life Pass by. I don’t want to be, Comfortable. I want to ..

I close my eyes to see. When the darkness engulfs me, colors I’ve never seen, or heard before come to life.

That little girl on the stairs, Who is crying tears of bleach, Who is asking for a tissue, But there seems to be no tissue in reach. T..

Do trees weep when their branches fall? Do they wish their branches could catch them all? Do they plead for time to undo the unavoidable? ..

If I asked someone to open their eyes and look, after a lifetime of being blind, would they see it?

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