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Do you know what it's like to see that someone is talking to you, but you can't properly respond? You will never know what they said, ever. It could be a stranger asking you for a spare dollar or directions but you can't help them out because you wouldn't know that's what they wanted. Its nearly impossible to complete such a simple task and you just end up looking like self centred bitch to that person who did nothing wrong to you. But I'm not a bitch... I'm just not as lucky as they are. I feel lucky though and I'm definitely blessed. Although, for all I know, a fire could be going on right behind me, but I'm usually so out of it that I probably wouldn't even notice any clues. I have to be more cautious now because I am lucky. I'm lucky that I'm seeing. I'm smelling. I'm breathing. I'm alive.
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