Not-so-poem book made out of miscellaneous thoughts during night and day. From poems about struggle to poems about laundry room.
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One who Lost His Sight
Most of the night I was uncertain. Even more and more.
Yesterday I look up at the sky and they were blue. Good. The day before, it was gray. Amazing. And today I can't really see. Is it grey? Or blue? Uh I'm going to ask mom now.
