Through Rose Colored Glasses

Mon, 07/21/2014 - 16:22 -- Abbyhub


When I was little, I saw the world as a magical place

Now when I look at it all I see is pain.

Pain is everywhere.

It is mostly noticeble when you look in my eyes.

When I was little, my eyes were bright and innocent

Now all people see is lonliness and hurt.



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