Blind

She was somethin’ special.
She made a difference.
She mattered.
She wasn’t like the others before her.
Or so she thought.

But all that she was, was blind.
Blind to who he really was.
Blind in the face of love.
Blind, seeing only what she wanted to.
Blind to reality.

Just another name,
Just another girl,
Just another story to tell the next one.

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