Blind
You know what I see?
I can see a beautiful, invincible, perfect, radiant, sweet princess.
Why can’t you see?
It’s right there, quite plainly.
You just need to open your eyes.
Don’t be scared, for you won’t see a monster.
There will only be you.
And you’ll see exactly what you want to see.
But let me tell you what I see.
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