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[title] => Colorblind
[time] => 2003-10-31 15:48:24
[hometext] => Please don't laugh at me...I hate it when people laugh at me...
[bodytext] => Moonlight shines through my window pane, While'st reflecting the tears that run down my face I know that I am not alone... Though I know not to whom my soul truly belongeth Forever I have searched in vain! Forever I have waited for love to awaken! ...But it never did... And now I look up at the bright moonlit sky And wonder why My life is one big unanswered question, Something that can be plotted out in black and white --------Whenever it pleases Am I possessed? Have I gone mad? I have lost my sanity, my identity, even my morality. I have no sense of right and wrong, Black and white They all seem the same to me... For I am colorblind Without my love, Happiness has been alienated from my heart. I know not the difference, Between a chuckle and a sob. They all seem the same to me... For I am deaf. Though I cannot see what has become of me And I cannot hear what is happening to me I am not alone I can feel a presence A touch... a shadow... a hope... Though I cannot see it or hear it, I know it is there. I know I have a reason to live. I know hope exists For there are some things, That I can see And I can hear I must not stray from it I must not let go... For it is the only thing that I know I can trust [comments] => 5 [counter] => 258 [topic] => 8 [informant] => SkYYBLu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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