The voice...

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There once was a girl who lived in darkness. She saw with her ears and touch; and they told her her way. All she had was herself - a soul that wandered the darkness of her world. Her vision of the world was colourful in her mind, even though she could never see it that way.

There once was a voice who called her and asked for help. The voice said he needed help to see the world in a way he never had before, a way he would see the good side of it putting the other side on the shadows.

There once was a girl who had the answers to his questions but but he chose to believe one that said to love her. The girl put her hands on his face and felt him, he saw him in her own way; The way her eyes couldn't. A more powerful way that didn't judge, that wasn't shallow... That was as pure as water.

They both joined and went to see places while the voice became her eyes... His words made a clear image she couldn't ignore; an image of what she felt like that morning while the cold water of the sea touched her feet.

There once was a voice who said he should be the one she told her fears to. She said she feared sight; she feared leaving the darkness where her love grew.

There once was a time when the girl tasted the salt of her tears, those tears told a story. The story of the day she stopped listening to the voice, it simply disappeared, lost with  the traffic that passed her ears. Her biggest fear became reality and now she could finally see the world; the world made out of pain and sorrow.

She saw it all clearly now, like everyone does, but it was different... she saw the world has hell when others tried to save it, when others did everything to make that enormous sphere of lies stay in the same place… the same away.

Why would anyone like to save what makes you weaker?

Now the only thing she felt was how much she missed him. Now the only thing she walt was how much she missed him. There isn't even a word to express her grief. She just didn't know how to feel anymore. 

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