I once was able
I see the color but don't hear the sound
I feel the beat threw my body but yet no sound reaches my ears
Then it switches
I hear the sound I feel the color
But I can't feel the beat nor see the color
I guess I can't see the world like I usto
So wishy-washy the world was
I once was able to see and hear everything
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My work goes with the beat of how I feel to when I remember a memory I want to talk about it to random thoughts
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