Um, this poem is kind of super sad and serious. So I'm giving you a choice whether you can skip this post or not. (T.T)
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Before I became blind,
I was really lucky to see your eyes.
Eyes that change every part of my mind.
Eyes that can see through every lies.
And now, I cry because I am lonely.
Devastated when I realized that I've lost you,
I isolated myself because of this misery,
I asked that someone, why can't I have you?
I miss you very much.
Every night, I can see you in my dreams.
Yearning your tender touch.
Imagining you are embraced by these arms.
But now, I am blind.
The painful truth is that I live and you died.
I couldn't see anymore your eyes - gentle and kind.
Tell me, how can I possibly live when you've died?
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Every night, I can see you in my dreams.
Yearning your tender touch.
Imagining you are embraced by these arms.
But now, I am blind.
The painful truth is that I live and you died.
I couldn't see anymore your eyes - gentle and kind.
Tell me, how can I possibly live when you've died?
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Just joking~
This poem is made from 90% internalization, and the remaining... dunno. (^o^)
