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Jan 2014
The glasses in front of my eyes
Help me see a different way
A way you may find cruel and dark
But it opens my eyes a little more each day

My glasses are merely tears that I see through
But refuse to let them pass
For they help me see everyone's pain and suffering
My glasses are projectors of the past
Written by
Ink  In my head
(In my head)   
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   Keita
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