A lack of
I can only see
In white and grays and blacks
For my eyes now though they be well indeed intact.
Yet all I see when there should be green
Are whites and grays and blacks
Yet to see something so green
would only be a tax.
Though my life is filled with love
and much happiness
All I see is stress
and pain and neglect.
In my mind I know that I am here with more than I
Yet in my mind it repeats and all I hear
"Goodbye"
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