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Tag: #Blind

  • How Much More?

    Hmm… tell me—how much more of myself must I spillbefore you notice the mess I’m drowning in? How many nights must I trade for morningsthat never bring your warmth?How many breaths must I hold backso you can keep breathing easy? Tell me,how much more of these tearsmust I wastefor my cries to finallyreach your ears?…

  • THEY SAY I’M BLIND

    THEY SAY I’M BLIND… They say I’m blind because I cannot count the starsBut my hands can feel the scarsThey say I’m blind because I can’t see the sunBut my skin can feel the warmth of it’s rays Like the golden old daysYes they say I’m blind for being sightlessWhat’s the use of sight while…

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