Wonder Eyes

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by Cynitha

by Cynitha

"At the age of nine, I lost my Wonder Eyes.

They were the only thing I could call mine.

The only thing I could depend on when I would cry.

They helped me see the greatness even when I was denied.

But, they're gone now you see, taken from me.

Replaced with these others ones that do not make me feel complete.

All I see is death, pain, and despair.

All I see is people who don't care.

All I see is the fall never the flight.

All I see is death never the life"

~Luce