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What Truth I See

by Sarthak_Dash

I was born at the midnight On a stormy twenty second of April. But I couldn't see the storm, Or my mom and dad, for that matter. You see, I was born blind. I lived a blind man's life for 40 years. I ate a blind man's meal, I watched a blind man's TV, I read a blind man's newspaper every aftetnoon. I litsened to a normal man's music, though. Anyways, I got my eyes when I was 41. The local drug store boy wound up dead in a police shootout, with both eyes intact. At last, I could see things, Real ones when awake, Realistic ones when asleep. After two weeks of my surgery, I gouged my eyes out.
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Sarthak_Dash
20 / M / India
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Feb 25, 2019
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#society#madness
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