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As I open my eyes the world is a blur

I lay my glasses in the top of my nose,

slowly I begin to realize that I am not in my usual place.

As I begin to explore this lonely world Im safe to say 

everything seems clear to me until. I slip and they crack,

I bend down to see the lense shadered my only way of 

being able to see the good in the world. I begin to get scared, 

I slowly get up and realize everything is a blur again.

I stretch my arms out and continue on my path to nowhere, 

I see things around me and I flitch at the sound of leaves 

rustilng from the wind. 

But deep down in my mind I think of the worst

monsters, snakes, unknown people, 

my life can be in danger, and I would not know 

because everything will be a blur, the unknown will

be in unknown until I get my power back.

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