Blind

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I hate it,

how you're so blind.

It kills me,

I wish you'd just realize it.

Sometimes you can be so ignorant,

and I can too,

we all have our moments.

But how can someone be so blind to something as beautiful,

as love?

However,

in the end,

I guess we're all blind,

to different things,

in different ways.


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