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don't lose precious gifts only to appreciate them!

Blind men can't see. Lame men can't walk. The deaf can't hear. The mute can't talk. But here am I, I have it all. I have too much I can't stand tall. And in my plenty I my plenty I have no purpose and nothing to shoot for. I just exist in need of nothing and nothing to strive for. I hardly realize this state that's become a part of me, O God forbid that I lose sight that I might finally see. I can't imagine to never stand nor to take a step, if my walk was a stuggle acheived thru pain with help. Songbirds sing, deaf ears can't hear it's wondrous melody, the rushing shore the rolly wind, poetry spoken so eloquently. O to never part my lips to say that I love You, or communicate my hopes and dreams or even point of view. As I try to understand this thing a picture does unfold, the blind the deaf the mute, the lame have a story left untold.