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It's as if I'm wandering aimlessly in an endless, pitch black room.

I see her walking by, and give the question if her world is as dark as mine.

She says no, she can see just fine.

I ask her to take me by the hand and help me find my way, she agrees.

All the while she hands me sources of light,

but I know none of them will ever relieve me, because I don't have eyes.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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What is it you long for when you

cannot feel it?

What is it you're missing when you

cannot know it?

Who is it you have lost when you

could not know them?

Why is it you play their games when you

cannot play with them?

What is it you live for when you're hardly alive?

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The anguish of existence ran wild

through me before you locked it away.

It escapes its cage and grips me

with every reminder of my

irreconcilable flaw.

My heart is ever torn between

releasing it, me, and preserving

your unintentionally selfish love.

Though it may be, through the lens

you lend me, I find periodic

semblances of happiness.

And so you continue to win out.

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