I Sacrificed My Vision
I can breathe
I can see
For once, I can think
I feel the big picture
But, sadly, I can't feel the details
That tiny residue
That you could prick yourself on
I used those as my highlights
Now I can't stop myself
The big concept accepts me
I'm included everywhere
And exhaustion is nonexistent
I sacrificed my old
For their old
And I don't know how to handle this new
What an odd concept
That I cannot explain anymore.
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Gold In The Water
شِعرGold In The Water is a collection of poetry written by a patient diagnosed with multiple personality disorders and lives on the brink of comfortable insanity every single day. This patient is required to write their thoughts and feelings in the form...
