3-71.

My thoughts cascade
Down a staircase
Leads to a darkness
I find myself
Within an echo
My former self
But I am blind
I cannot hear
I feel emotions
A softness through my tears
Memories of happiness
Too real to exist
Too perfect to last
I smile
And a trickle on my cheek.

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