Blank.
My mind: Blank.
Except for a pair of brown, lifeless eyes, which belonged to someone.
Who? I don't know.
Dreams floated through my mind. They looked familiar, but they couldn't be mine.
I don't even who I am.
My conscious floating through existence.
No purpose, no life.
Who am I?
Does someone love me?
What is love?
I can't think, my mind is blank.
Just blank.
Except for those big, brown eyes.
I like to think of this as a poem, but it really isn't (I don't think). But sorry about the short chapter thing but I guess I'm just trying to make it seem like someone is the only thing that Keefe can remember. Cough, Son of Neptune, cough. Sorry I haven't been posting BECAUSE I KEEP FORGETTING! sorry. Lol byeee
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Blinded: A Sokeefe story
ActionDo you like Sokeefe? Then this story is for you! Action, adventure, romance, this story has it all? (I will try to post once a day but if not then it will be close) Happy reading!
