Blind

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When I was young and naive
I always wanted my glasses
To be clean and clear
Because I always wanted to
Appreciate the beauty
I see all around me.

As I grew older
Smudged glasses aren't
My bother. I lost
My love for simplicity.
I lost appreciation
For the little flowers,
And the beautiful sky.

I no longer want to
See or experience.
I want to be blind.
Because all life
Inside me is gone.
I'm like dried wood
Drained of energy and growth
Just waiting to be burned
To grey, dull ashes.

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Lol remember when I promised I would try to add authors notes? I actually really wanted to do it...but my amnesia took over...sooo to the one person who actually reads...sorry 😐.
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