Slowly, my vision had begun to blur, and so I thought I was losing sight at first, but later on, I realized I had actually been living an illusion like everyone else is.
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Bleeding Blue
PoetryI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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Slowly, my vision had begun to blur, and so I thought I was losing sight at first, but later on, I realized I had actually been living an illusion like everyone else is.
