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I see color but with low saturation If only I had back that sensation I cant remember the last time anything looked vibrant.
Slice  drip  slice  drop   a pattern i wont soon repeat something inside me changed one day, my thoughts held a fog over them.  It made it diffulct to see slice drip  slice 
Stumbling, uncertain, shaking, I fall And stare up blankly, in fear, in helplessness, As my world intensifies. Colors take on supernatural, disturbing shades of themselves,
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