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These glasses have fixed my views And repaired my perception and my moods. I can finally see clearly. Not that I was ever blind But when I stared off, far away, I couldn't decipher the signs. They were strange, foreign to me I couldn't make them out. Then I placed on an old pair of glasses To help me see. Presently, I stand in a home. One that is not mine own and I can see what I never could before. I see a new life for me. One that is filled with music art literature and history Where I'm surrounded by nature happiness and family. It's a new vision that these glasses have given me and I'm hopeful to make it my reality.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
Two frames of glass
These glasses have fixed my views And repaired my perception and my moods. I can finally see clearly. Not that I was ever blind But when I stared off, far away, I couldn't decipher the signs. They were strange, foreign to me I couldn't make them out. Then I placed on an old pair of glasses To help me see. Presently, I stand in a home. One that is not mine own and I can see what I never could before. I see a new life for me. One that is filled with music art literature and history Where I'm surrounded by nature happiness and family. It's a new vision that these glasses have given me and I'm hopeful to make it my reality.
Spencerj711
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
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