I don't know why I choose rather to be blind,
than not able to see.
YOU ARE READING
Just saying...
PoetryWhen my thoughts and my pen meet... When the magic flows out of the pen and softly kisses the paper... When fantasy becomes one with reality... I'm just saying what's on my mind.
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I don't know why I choose rather to be blind,
than not able to see.
