A bliss who they had missed
No filter is needed to see who this is
A girl with such a bliss
Someone who they miss
But in history, they've shown of me what should be
As now I uncover my destiny
Now the filters may disappear
And all they may see is my ears
Lovely the sounds they do hear
As I scream a joy and peace
As they unbound this lease
See my hair as brown and red
No longer grey and dead
All of this they truly said
See her smile so bright and mellow
And that shirt the brightest yellow
I laugh with joyful tears
All of what thy say brings me no fear
I hear a loud scream from a far
And I see the Brightest star
Saying who is this bliss
whom I have truly missed
~survivor~
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