Peachy Keen

imagine.

A world we live in being in cased in total darkness.

Cold, still..

Blinded from the notion of light that seeps within automatically.

Until fear over shadows a feeling of success.

Disabling me.. Crippling me.

Disposing the unit of strength that is me.

CURSE THIS WORLD

so blind.

Moving forward, focused on the universal persuasion of hope only to fall deeper into the abyss,

this pit of darkness.

Silent and blinded.

Imagine.

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