I can't see what you see in me,
Because I don't believe,
I don't believe that you could love me,

I don't see the colour of my eyes,
Not the way you see them,
You call them pretty,
But are they?

The hairs on my head don't seem different to me,
They feel the same.
So aren't they?

I don't see beauty,
I don't see you or me,
I don't see anything,

But I hear,
I hear the birds,
And your words,

That is beauty to me,
Because I can not see,
I am blind to everything around me.

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Oh my terrible old writing. This is a lot worse in the original copy.
Anyway..
Sometime I wonder what it would be like to be blind...

Bye
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