It's like, preaching to the deaf. A message of love? A message of hope? It doesn't really matter. They will still sit there, blank gaze, empty expressions masking their faces.
It's like art for the blind. The vivacious colors of burnt orange and velvet red splashing a blank canvas. In their eyes, it's an untold story. It's an unknown story.
They can't hear, but they can see. They can't see, but they can touch. They can feel.
Bright eyed, ignorant child, take what you know, what you see, what you feel. Take it, embrace it. Don't let misfortune set you back.
Become inspired by the beauty of everyday.
Learn to love... And learn from loves forgotten.
Don't exist.
Live, woman!
-A-
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