Being Blind


No one can know for sure what it's like

to be me, to be her, to be him

No one can know the feelings inside

the anger, the love, the pride

No one thinks the same as I

her sadness, her judge, her strive

Everyone knows the feeling that dies

the loss, the struggle to survive



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