Why was I cursed with the eyes of a poet? One who doesn't miss the little things most people blink off? Why does my heart still beat blue, when I try to pump it pure white, or red- after all, that is what most people do. Why do I see everthing so vividly? When most of you grey people sense nothing at all? Why does my tongue still spray dragon-fire, even when I bite my lip to hold it in? WHY CANT NO ONE HEAR ME?Birth sign: Aquarius
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