What is right?
What is wrong?
Those who see bright?
Those who suffer long?
Where nothing to light?
Where nothing to light?
Where pain had to prolong?
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Jr.
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Poetry of Dreams
Hear Me. See Me.
I can clearly hear you, Yet, I am deaf on my own, I can clearly see you, Yet, I am blind on my own. Deaf on my own voice, I only listen to...
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