Here’s a short poem about it I wrote.
“Blind”
Forgive me for reaching out.
I’m still learning how to see.
- K. London
Forgive me for reaching out.
I’m still learning how to see.
- K. London
26-30, F
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TheBannibalOne · 61-69, M
It seems sad..