My journey

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Being blind for 13 whole years have grown on me like a winding tree. Crying every birthday celebration as I know: 1 more year closer to my entire life being a dark, black pit of nothingness.
People come up to me all the time and say 'I know how you feel' and 'you'll be ok'
1st how do you know how I feel? You haven't seen nothing for your whole life.
2nd how the hell will I be ok? I'm blind. And there's nothing I or you can do about it.
I only ever hear people talk to me at night. When the stars come out. I can see the stars when my eyelids are tightly shut, and they talk to me.
During day when stars aren't visible to the naked human eye; I hear nothing. No breathing, talking, laughing. Nothing. Except for my best friend. She understands that I cant hear anyone or anything, so she helps. And that's how this story begins.

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