My relationship with my father was far from ideal. Growing up, I never received the love or attention I needed from him, which created an emotional distance between us. I felt lost, without the paternal guidance I longed for. Then, in 2020, during t...
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My eyes are blind, yet my intuition sees, A future unfolding beyond the trees. My ears are deaf, but they still perceive, Echoes of whispers miles away, reprieve.
My nose is clogged, yet scents remain, Bringing nostalgia like a gentle rain. My mouth is shut, but my mind still speaks, Shouting truths and secrets it seeks.
My hands can't touch, yet I feel it all, Every joy, every ache, no matter how small. For though my senses falter and part, I perceive the world through my open heart.
