>Personally I hardly get this poem, I just sat down one day and wrote it. So i figured I would put it on here just because i can. to get your suggestions.
I can’t see,
I can’t hear,
I can’t smell.
It makes my life a living hell.
I can’t feel,
I can’t touch,
To do these things,
Is that to much?
I sit and do nothing,
For nothing is all I can do.
You can see,
You can hear,
You can smell,
You do these things and all too well.
You can feel,
You can touch,
And you do these things all to much.
You always do something,
For something is what you do.
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