Yet you are colorblind.
How freeing it must be,
To not see the pain and suffering.
I sound the alarms,
Yet you are deaf.
How peaceful it must be,
To not hear the cries of friends.
I release the salty waterfall,
Yet you have ageusia.
How wonderful it must be,
To not know what's right in front of you.
I start rotting away,
Yet you have anosmia.
How dreamy it must be,
To focus on yourself.
I start to reach out,
Yet you are paralyze..
How sensational it must be,
To not feel the others.
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