I Was

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I was blindfolded
With the cloth of ignorance
With nothing but beauty
To grace my eyes

I was muted
By the needle of secrets
Along With the thread
Of never ending lies

I was deafened
With the music of protection
With nothing but delights
Welcomed in my ears

I was crippled
By the rope of cowardice
Along with the breaker
Of human dreams

I was diagnosed
With the sickness of safety
With nothing but false hopes
Given to me

I was paralyzed
By the syringe of horror
Along with the liquid
Of nothing

I was killed
With the knife of reality
With nothing but that
Destroying my world

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