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"Blinded"
I was blinded,
by the sheer beauty of it.
The thought of it,
the need for it.
It seemed so perfect,
so unreal.
It was a fairytale,
a thought of happiness.
But I was blinded,
by the "perfection."
The flawness manican,
of a lovers dream.
I was in denial,
of what truly was.
I didn't want to admit,
to its evident imperfections.
I was in a shadow,
never wanting to escape.
Why live in a world of truth,
when I can have happiness? a dream?
I didn't want to see,
the true being that lived.
My eyes were closed to my fairytale dream,
and opened to a nightmare.
I lay in disbelief,
of this realization.
Yet in the back of my mind,
I am still blinded.
